Whatever Can Be Done, Can Be Undone.

That Man,' Elayne Said, 'is Never Where He Needs To Be.' 'and Yet,' Perrin Said, 'he Always Arrives There Eventually.

I Grew Up Around Strong Women; Weak Men Were Pickled And Salted. The Women Wouldn't Waste Time Raising A Weak Boy.

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.

He Doesn't Know What To Make Of Me," Mat Said Softly. "how Very Uncommon. I Can't Think Of Anyone Else Who Has Reacted That Way To You, Mat.

Teach Him How You Will, A Pig Will Never Play The Flute.