Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other

Men," Thom Murmured. "men Who Shook The Pillars Of Heaven And Rocked The World On Its Foundations." He Shook His Head. "it Doesn't Matter. Forget About Them. They Are Dust Now.

If You Must Mount The Gallows, Give A Jest To The Crowd, A Coin The Hangman, And Make The Drop With A Smile On Your Lips.

The Empress Will Follow Where You Go," She Said. "so She Will," Mat Said. "as I'll Follow Where She Goes, I Suppose. I Hope That Doesn't Lead Us In Too Many Circles.

Hope Is Like A Piece Of String When You’re Drowning; It Just Isn’t Enough To Get You Out By Itself.

Rand Al'thor Is A Mule-headed, Stone-willed Fool Of A...a...a Man!