No. Please do not name either child after me, Elayne. Let them live their own lives. My shadow will be long enough as it is.' -Rand

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

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.

Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.

Hardness shatters; strength endures.

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

The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.