When You Wish For So Long That

The More Women There Are About, The Softer A Wise Man Steps.

We All Make Our Limits, And We Set Them Further Out Than We Have Any Right.

To Anger An Aes Sedai Is To Put Your Head In A Hornets' Nest.

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.

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