Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
"I dare the truth, Elaida," Egwene said quietly. "you are a coward and a tyrant. I'd name you Darkfriend as well, but I suspect that the Dark One would perhaps be embarrassed to associate with you."
Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.
In my day, girls jumped when a Wise One said jump, and continued jumping until they were told to stop. As I am still alive it is still my day. Need I make myself clearer?
The fact that the price must be paid is proof it is worth paying.
[Aviendha] didn't trust change. It couldn't be spotted or stabbed; it was more silent than any scout, more deadly than any assassin. No, she'd never trust it, but she would accept it.
The road ahead of you is long, dark, and, I very much fear, bloodstained. I also very much fear that you will take us all down that road. But you must live to reach the end of it.
The only man completely at peace is a man without a navel.
I doubt you can understand the magnitude of the stupidity in your statement.
How was he to cause war, as the prophecies say he must? How was he to break the nations and bind them to him? How could he 'slay his people with the sword of peace' or 'bind the nine moons to serve him' if he was locked away? Do the prophecies say that he will be 'unfettered'? Do they not speak of the 'chaos of his passing'? How can anything pass at all if he is kept in chains?
Teach him how you will, a pig will never play the flute.
Love is an odd thing. As odd a thing as there is.
A woman in white stood atop the rubble a short distance away, a massive halo of power surrounding her, her arm outstretched toward the fleeing soldiers, her eyes intense. The woman stood like vengeance itself, the power of saidar like a storm around her. The very air seemed alight, and her brown hair blew from the wind of the open gap in the wall beside them. Egwene al'Vere.
It is better to be the hammer than the nail.
In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes.
When a young woman's cheeks redden for no apparent reason, there is usually a man involved.
What happened with the pond? Surely the water is the point of the story.
The boy was dead eager, which could soon lead to plain dead.
Whatever can be done, can be undone.
Dance well with a woman, and she’s halfway yours.