The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thrashing, as the corpse opened its eye. "There's an odd thing about disease I once heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon whispered. "Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.

An open sack hides nothing, And an open door hides little, but an open man is surely hiding something. lini is quoted by Nynaeve.

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.

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

But it was an ending.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

A woman's eyes cut deeper than a knife.