In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes
He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!
The best lie is often one too ridiculous to be taken for a lie.
Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain (It's time to roll the dice) - Matrim Cauthon