You Could Weave Silk From

The Corpse's Hand Reached Up And Grabbed Shaisam By The Throat. He Gasped, Thrashing, As The Corpse Opened Its Eye. "there's An Odd Thing About Disease I Once Heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon Whispered. "once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.

I Do Not Like Odd Things Until I Can Understand Them.

Pride Fills Me. I Am Sick With The Pride That Destroyed Me.

Love Is An Odd Thing. As Odd A Thing As There Is.

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.