Dovie'andi Se Tovya Sagain!

In Wars, Boy, Fools Kill Other Fools For Foolish Causes

You Could Weave Silk From Pig Bristles Before You Could Make A Man Anything But A Man.

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.

Wounds To The Pride Are Remembered Long After Wounds To The Flesh.

Come To Think Of It, An Aes Sedai Would Probably Follow A Man Off A Cliff, Too, If Only To Explain To Him - In Detail - All The Things He Was Doing Incorrectly In The Way He Went About Killing Himself.