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

Some men […] choose to seek greatness, while others are forced to it. It is always better to choose than to be forced. A man who is forced is never completely his own master. He must dance on the strings of those who forced him.

At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

A man should never give promises in bed.

A pig painted gold is still a pig.

Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, who never lost the cub's yearning to soar through the sky. [...] Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died.