The Creator Made Women To Please The

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.

What Is Already Woven Cannot Be Undone. It Will Not Make The Trees Grow Again For You To Bring The Building Down On Our Heads.

Has Anyone Ever Told You That You Should Wear A Hat? It Would Fit The Missing Eye Quite Well.' -kathana To Mat

Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket Of Eels Sometimes.

Hardness Shatters; Strength Endures.