Nobody Tells Us How To Be Men.

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

If You Fell Head First Into A Pigsty, You'd Try To Convince Everybody You Did It On Purpose.

Moiraine: It Seems Ryne Was Wrong As Well As A Darkfriend. You Were Better Than He. Lan: He Was Better. But He Thought I Was Finished, With Only One Arm. He Never Understood. You Surrender After You're Dead.

You Read Too Much And Understand Too Little.

Death Comes To Us All; We Can Only Choose How To Face It When It Comes.