A Man Can Get Killed In There.

It Has Been Quite A Weight, Hasn't It?" Tam Asked. "what Weight?" Rand Replied. "that Lost Hand You've Been Carrying." Rand Looked Down At His Stump. "yes. I Believe It Has Been At That.

Should And Would Build No Bridges.

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.

It's Never Over, Al'thor. The Battle's Never Done.

Surprising What You Can Dig Out Of Books If You Read Long Enough, Isn't It?