Sleep Well And Wake, Rand Al'thor.

Once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.

Remember That Any Meal Can Be Your Last. You Chose To Travel With Us, So Tonight You Will Eat Fish. Tomorrow, You May Die.

I Doubt You Can Understand The Magnitude Of The Stupidity In Your Statement

Til Shade Is Gone, Til Water Is Gone Into The Shadow With Teeth Bared Screaming Defiance With The Last Breath To Spit In Sightblinder’s Eye On The Last Day.

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.