hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.

From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

i can't understand her" well son, you might as well try to understand the sun". derived form the book:fires of heaven by robert jordan.

I'm not certain that I draw from any one culture more than others. Many myths and legends of many different cultures are really the same story when you get to the heart of it. They are often cultural cautionary tales about how we should behave and how we should live.

There was a wild light in his eyes. "Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning." -Mat