If You Wish, You May Call Me

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

May Your Swords Stay Sharp!" - Lan Pendragon

Wounds To The Pride Are Remembered Long After Wounds To The Flesh.