If any of these women had been here instead of Nynaeve, the world would have ended.

You are as eloquent as ever, Mat," Egwene said dryly. "Do you still have your pet fox?" "I do," Mat said. "He's snuggled up nice and warm.

You ride to battle?" Karede asked. "I was thinking more of a saunter," Mat said. He shook his head. "I need a feel for what Demandred is doing...I'm going out there, Karede, and putting you fellows between me and the Trollocs sounds delightful. Are you coming?

In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

Think if you want to stay alive. Fear will kill you if you don't control it.

Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.