Better To Try Understanding The Sun Than

I Do Not Like Odd Things Until I Can Understand Them.

Fantasy Is An Area Where It Is Possible To Talk About Right And Wrong, Good And Evil, With A Straight Face. In Mainstream Fiction And Even In A Good Deal Of Mystery, These Things Are Presented As Simply Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Never Really More Than A Matter Of Where You Happen To Be Standing.

A Warder Once Told Me Trollocs Call The Aiel Waste 'the Dying Ground.' I Mean To Make Them Give That Name To The Two Rivers.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

Taren Ferry Folk Had A Reputation For Slyness And Trickery. If You Shook Hands With A Taren Ferry Man, People Said, You Counted Your Fingers Afterwards.