The Way Back Will Come But Once.

From The Time An Aiel Boy Becomes A Man He Will Not Sing Anything But Battle Chants, Or Their Dirge For The Slain. I Have Heard Them Singing Over Their Dead, And Over Those They Have Killed. That Song Is One To Make The Stones Weep.

If You Have A Sword, And The Aielman Has His Bare Hands, It Is An Even Fight. If You're Good.

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

When You Wish For So Long That You Could Hear Something, And Then Suddenly, With No Warning, You Do, It Is Like A Lightning Strike And Rain On Parched Ground At The Same Time. You're Stunned, But You Cannot Hear Enough.

No Man Should Have Another Man's Voice In His Head.