To Lead Is Neither To

From The Time An Aiel Boy Becomes A Man He Will Not Sing Anything But Battle Chants, Or Their Dirge For The Slain. I Have Heard Them Singing Over Their Dead, And Over Those They Have Killed. That Song Is One To Make The Stones Weep.

Clutch The Bramble And You Will Be Pricked.

All Was Shattered, And All But Memory Lost, And One Memory Above All Others, Of Him Who Brought The Shadow And The Breaking Of The World. And Him They Named Dragon.

If You Fell Head First Into A Pigsty, You'd Try To Convince Everybody You Did It On Purpose.

The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!