Women do not become exhausted they only exhaust others.

When a woman says she will obey you, of her own will, it is time to sleep lightly and watch your back.

The Amyrlin Seat has fallen," a nearby Aes Sedai cried amid the crystallized Sharans. "The Amyrlin Seat has fallen!

Should and would build no bridges.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

Two days' hunger made a fine sauce for anything.

Women," Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, "are like mules." He frowned. "Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?" "Pure poetry, Mat," Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.