Knife of Dreams

A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight

Lan told me once that Malkier lives so long as one man wears the hadori in pledge that he will fight the Shadow, so long as one woman wears the ki'sain in pledge that she will send her sons to fight the Shadow. I wear the ki'sain, Master Aldragoran. My husband wears the hadori. So do you. Will Lan Mandragoran ride to the Last Battle alone?

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

The sweetness of victory and the bitterness of defeat are alike a knife of dreams. -From Fog and Steel by Madoc Comadrin

A woman's love can be violent. Sometimes they hurt a man worse than they think they have, worse than they mean to. Sometimes, they're even sorry afterwards.

When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known. When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.

Some people thought scars a sign of toughness. It seemed to Perrin that fewer scars meant that you knew what you were doing.

Beware the fox that makes the ravens fly.

My name is Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World’s End toward Tarwin’s Gap, toward Tarmon Gai’don. Will he ride alone?

But only a fool thought he knew what was in a woman’s head just because she had a smile on her face.

That had the irritating sound of an old saying.

In any trade, you needed to make the other fellow think he was getting something extra,

It looks a good plan to me. As good as any till the arrows start flying.

she knew that showing nerves could infect others with them.

Small courtesies were the lubricant of daily life.

Women could compress a great deal into one look.

The woman never wanted much. Just her own way. Like just about every other woman he had ever known.

only a complete woolhead looked at a woman while with another.

If someone offers him enough gold, it becomes a toss of the dice, and not even Mat Cauthon could say how they’ll land.

Logic is always applicable to the real world,” Miyasi said dismissively, “but only a novice would think the real world can be applied to logic. Ideals must be first principles. Not the mundane world.

Lews Therin hummed even harder, making Rand wish the man had a face so he could hit him.

You're not my enemy, but your Empire is.

when a dangerous path was your only route to safety, you had to take it.

Light’s truth, if you got a woman to feed you on a regular basis, she was halfway won.

Pain was as much a part of life as breathing.

Thieves are always the most careful of their purses.

quietly as they waited. Mandarb danced in circles

It was always a mistake to choose a pillow-friend who did not wear the shawl. Especially if you were fool enough to let her take the lead.