The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
Maybe there would be a Tinker city someday, too. They would buy up all of the colored dye, and everyone else in the world would ave to wear brown.' -Mat
Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.
Reading is like breathing. If you take it away, first I become antsy, then violent.
Jump in a hole without looking, and there'll be a snake in it every time.
By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning." -Mat