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.

One pretty woman means fun at the dance. Two pretty women means trouble in the house. Three pretty women means run at the hills.

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.

Take what you want, and pay for it.

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.

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

Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.