The Golden Crane Flies For

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.

Caution Once Forgotten Could Be Forgotten Once Too Often.

And Yet Many Of Us Do It Without Families," Nynaeve Said. "without Love, Without Passion Beyond Our Own Particular Interests. So Even While We Try To Guide The World, We Separate Ourselves From It.we Risk Arrogance, Egwene. We Always Assume We Know Best, But Risk Making Ourselves Unable To Fathom The People We Claim To Serve.

There Was A Wild Light In His Eyes. "bring Your Lightnings, Aes Sedai. I Will Dance With Them.

I Will Hate The Man You Choose Because He Is Not Me, And Love Him If He Makes You Smile. No Woman Deserves The Sure Knowledge Of Widow’s Black As Her Brideprice, You Least Of All.