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Remember That Any Meal Can Be Your Last. You Chose To Travel With Us, So Tonight You Will Eat Fish. Tomorrow, You May Die.

It Was Easier To Trip A Fool Than To Knock Him Down.

Always Plan For The Worst, Child; That Way, All Your Surprises Will Be Pleasant Ones.

Why Didn't You Guess This Would Happen?" Elayne Demanded. He Looked At Her, Expressionless. One Side Of His Mouth Twitched Up, Then He Pulled His Hat Down, Shading His Eyepatch. "light," Elayne Said. "you Knew. You Spent This Whole Week Planning With Us, And You Knew The Entire Time You'd Throw It Out With The Dishwater.

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.