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.

You break your neck, and I’ll see it mended just so I can break it 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.

When you saw me with a dagger in hand - as if to throw at you - you didn't call for your guards. You didn't fear I was here to kill you. You looked over your shoulder to see what I was aiming at. That's the most loving gesture I think a man could receive from a woman. Unless you'd like to sit on my knee for a while.

The only way was forward, whatever lay at the end.

Always leave a way out, unless you really want to find out how hard a man can fight when he’s nothing to lose.

I think that quite often you can only find a choice between bad and worse. But I think it's worth making the effort, and I like to expose my characters to that sort of situation.