The More Women There Are About, The

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.

A Man Is A Man, On A Throne Or In A Pigsty.

But It Was An Ending.

A Man Without Trust Is A Man Without Life.

By The Way, I Saved Moiraine. Chew On That As You Try To Decide Which Of The Two Of Us Is Winning." -mat