A Slow Horse Does Not Always Reach

If Wishes Had Wings, Sheep Would Fly.

Pride Fills Me. I Am Sick With The Pride That Destroyed Me.

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.

May You Shelter In The Palm Of The Creator's Hand, And May The Last Embrace Of The Mother Welcome You Home.

The Creator Made Women To Please The Eye, And To Boggle The Mind.