One more dance along the razor's edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.

When a woman says she will obey you, of her own will, it is time to sleep lightly and watch your back.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

I'm a gambler, a farmboy, and I'm here to take command of your bloody army!

--Mat Cauthon

Burn you, Nerim, that's a leg not a bloody side of beef!"
"As my lord says," Nerim murmured. "My lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my lord, for instructing me.

He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.