Once You Decide To Gut A Fish,

Sometimes Six And Six Make A Dozen, And Sometimes They Make A Mess

Men Forget, But Never Forgive; Women Forgive, But Never Forget.

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.

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

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?