Sometimes Six And Six Make A Dozen,

Nobody Tells Us How To Be Men. We Just Are.

A Flapping Tongue Has Killed More Men Than Sudden Storms Ever Did.

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

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

The Wheel Of Time And The Wheel Of A Man's Life Turn Alike Without Pity Or Mercy.