Think If You Want To

No Man Should Have Another Man's Voice In His Head.

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.

Tuon's Eyes Snapped Open, And Despite The Dim Light, She Focused Directly On Mat. She Saw The Knife In His Hand, Ready To Throw. Then She Looked Over Her Shoulder.

That Man,' Elayne Said, 'is Never Where He Needs To Be.' 'and Yet,' Perrin Said, 'he Always Arrives There Eventually.

The Wheel Of Time And The Wheel Of A Man's Life Turn Alike Without Pity Or Mercy.