What he did know was that he was dangerous; he had nothing to offer any woman except pain.

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He did not think anyone needed to look after Nynaeve; around Nynaeve, to his mind, other people needed someone to look after them.

Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

As always! Why should I be surprised? Spread the word, Nynaeve. Tell Ituralde, Rhuarc, King Darlin. Tomorrow, we invade Shayol Ghul and claim it as our own! If we must put our head into the lion's mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!

And the quickest to harm a stranger are the soonest to think a stranger will harm them.

When you knew you were going to hang, the only thing to do was grin at the noose.

Always plan for the worst, child, that way all your surprises are pleasant ones.

It would be easier if this was a story, he thought. In.

Are you deaf as well as blind, woman? I'm not a carpet to walk over, and I distinctly heard myself speak. If I pinch your bottom, you can slap my face, but until I do, I expect a civil word for a civil word!

When you have a wolf by the ears, it’s as hard to let go as to hold on.

Politics is a foggy mire full of snakes.

The trick is not to satisfy everyone, but to leave everyone feeling they reached the best possible result.

This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.

He was not as she remembered. His features were the same, but his face was hard. Blue ice made his eyes. The bloody rips in his coat and breeches, the blood on his face, seemed to suit that face.