I may be a fool, but I intend to be a live fool.
It is the enemy you underestimate who kills you.
Wounds to the pride are remembered long after wounds to the flesh.
Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.
There are things worth fighting for.
We all make our limits, and we set them further out than we have any right.
Once you catch a disease and survive, you can’t get it again.
It’s not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn’t evil, it’s just incredibly stupid.
Come to think of it, an Aes Sedai would probably follow a man off a cliff, too, if only to explain to him – in detail – all the things he was doing incorrectly in the way he went about killing himself.
A spoonful of hope and a cup of despair.
But it was an ending.
As he did so, a wind rose up around him, around the man who had been called lord, Dragon Reborn, king, killer, lover and friend.
Never prod at a woman unless you must. She will kill you faster than a man and for less reason, even if she weeps over it after.
Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.
Beauty holds more worth than gold.
Belief and order give strength. Have to clear rubble before you can build.
Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.
Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?
There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.
At my age, if I make it up, it’s still an old saying.