If Your Enemy Offers You Two Targets,

Always Leave A Way Out, Unless You Really Want To Find Out How Hard A Man Can Fight When He’s Nothing To Lose.

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.

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.

Loial, Son Of Arent, Son Of Halen, Had Secretly Always Wanted To Be Hasty.

Maybe There Would Be A Tinker City Someday, Too. They Would Buy Up All Of The Colored Dye, And Everyone Else In The World Would Ave To Wear Brown.' -mat