When The Honey's Out Of The Comb,

Life Is A Dream From Which We All Must Wake Before We Can Dream Again.

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.

Often You Don't Know Whether A Woman Is Friend, Enemy Or Lover Until It Is Too Late. Sometimes, She Is All Three.

You Ride To Battle?" Karede Asked. "i Was Thinking More Of A Saunter," Mat Said. He Shook His Head. "i Need A Feel For What Demandred Is Doing...i'm Going Out There, Karede, And Putting You Fellows Between Me And The Trollocs Sounds Delightful. Are You Coming?

Women Often Seemed To Leave Things Unsaid, And In His Limited Experience It Was What They Did Not Say That Proved The Most Trouble.