Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

If you don't know everything, you must go on with what you do know.

I've come to give you your gift back, Mordeth," Cauthon whispered. "I consider our debt paid in full.

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

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.

Women," Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, "are like mules." He frowned. "Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?" "Pure poetry, Mat," Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.