Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
There's no time for winking at the men when you're busy bailing the boat.
Light! Two [wives]! Oh, burn me! He’s the luckiest man in the world or the biggest fool since creation.
A pig painted gold is still a pig.
When you leap from a cliff, it is too late for anything but holding to your courage. And hoping there's a haywain at the bottom to land in.
Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn't it?
When the honey’s out of the comb, there’s no putting it back.
A thousand years of sheep!
If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin to the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.
I can rest when I’m dead.
The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and we are only the thread of the Pattern.
I thought I could build, I was wrong. We are not builders, not you, or I, or the other one. We are destroyers. Destroyers.
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
A crafty enemy will set a weak ambush you are meant to break through. Confident because you have dealt with the threat, your guard relaxed, you walk into the second, stronger ambush.
Men always believe they are in control of everything around them. When they find out they are not, they think they have failed, instead of learning a simple truth women already know.
The more bosom a woman displayed, the less she wanted you to look. Openly, at least.
A man must know when to retreat from a woman, but a wise man knows that sometimes he must stand and face her.
Absently he fingered the neat slice across the shoulder of his coat. Good shooting, at a moving target only half seen through the trees. He could have admired it more had he not been the target.
"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. He must know pain of heart. He must know frustration, and he must know anguish. Bring these to him. And you will be rewarded."
Well, tie a kerchief on my face and call me Aiel.