But it was an ending.

Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.

Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men's heads.

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

When you wish for so long that you could hear something, and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough.

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