Pessimism, she is a fond friend of yours, yes?" - That's uncalled for. I barely know her. Mere acquaintances, at best.

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

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

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

Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.

Sandar came to stand beside him, frowning down at the crumpled High Lord. "He does not look so mighty lying there," he said wonderingly. "He does not look so much greater than me.

It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid.