Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

Men," Thom murmured. "Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.

He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

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.

There's no time for winking at the men when you're busy bailing the boat.

As he did so, a wind rose up around him, around the man who had been called lord, Dragon Reborn, king, killer, lover and friend.