Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

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

Tonight you will eat fish. Tomorrow, you may die.

Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.

Thus is our treaty written; thus is agreement made. Thought is the arrow of time; memory never fades. What was asked is given; the price is paid.

Perrin, my father says a general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.