The Fact That The Price Must Be

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

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.

The Empress Will Follow Where You Go," She Said. "so She Will," Mat Said. "as I'll Follow Where She Goes, I Suppose. I Hope That Doesn't Lead Us In Too Many Circles.

If You Fell Head First Into A Pigsty, You'd Try To Convince Everybody You Did It On Purpose.

And Yet Many Of Us Do It Without Families," Nynaeve Said. "without Love, Without Passion Beyond Our Own Particular Interests. So Even While We Try To Guide The World, We Separate Ourselves From It.we Risk Arrogance, Egwene. We Always Assume We Know Best, But Risk Making Ourselves Unable To Fathom The People We Claim To Serve.