You Never Escape The Traps You Spin

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

Duty Is Heavier Than A Mountain, Dai Shan.' That Time, Lan Did Flinch. How Long Had It Been Since Someone Had Been Able To Do That To Him With Mere Words? He Remembered Teaching That Same Concept To A Youth Out Of The Two Rivers. A Sheepherder, Innocent Of The World, Fearful Of The Fate Laid Out Before Him By The Pattern.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

Once You Decide To Gut A Fish, There's No Use Waiting Till It Rots.

These?" Mat Said, Gesturing To His Coat And Shirt. "i Really Have No Idea. They Were Just Down There. I'm Completely Baffled." He Had Been Very Pleased To Learn That Seanchan Guards-for All Their Stoic Expressions And Too-straight Backs-responded To Bribes Like Other People.