Two Days' Hunger Made A Fine Sauce

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.

If The World Is Ending, A Woman Will Want To Fix Her Hair. If The World's Ending, A Woman Will Take The Time To Tell A Man Something He's Done Wrong.

You Are As Eloquent As Ever, Mat," Egwene Said Dryly. "do You Still Have Your Pet Fox?" "i Do," Mat Said. "he's Snuggled Up Nice And Warm.

But Men Often Mistake Killing And Revenge For Justice. They Seldom Have The Stomach For Justice.

The Wheel Of A Man's Life. No Mercy. No Pity.