Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
I have seen a tough man break when I sent for a basket of figs and some mice.
Take this message back to Sammael. Every death he has caused since waking, I lay at his feet and call due. Every murder he has ever done or caused, I lay at his feet and call due. He escaped justice in the Rorn M’doi, and at Nol Caimaine, and Sohadra . . . " More of Lews Therin’s memories, but the pain of what had been done there, the agony of what Lews Therin’s eyes had seen, burned across the Void as if Rand’s. " . . . But I will see justice done now. Tell him, no truce with the Forsaken. No truce with the Shadow.
Men always say they didn't mean it that way. You would think they spoke a different language.
It's never over, al'Thor. The battle's never done.
I trust you like a brother. Until the day you betray me. You have a parole for what you’ve done, in return for your teaching, and a better bargain than you deserve, but the day you turn against me, I will tear it up and bury it with you.
Soon comes the day all shall be free. Even you, and even me. Soon comes the day all shall die. Surely you, but never I.
A fool puts a burr under the saddle before she rides.
I always thought the stole weighed about as much as three good men. The Amyrlin has few easy decisions to make, and fewer where she can be sure. Do what you must, and pay the price if you’re wrong. Sometimes if you are right, too.
You cannot tell a man he has the power to make the earth shake, then expect him to walk small.
Dance with her, and she will forgive much; dance well, and she will forgive anything.
Even a queen stubs her toe, but a wise woman watches the path.
Perhaps they do [deserve to die] and perhaps he[Rand al'Thor] would. But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.
A woman’s eyes cut deeper than a knife.
Light, it's been too long.
A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight.
Well, tie a kerchief on my face and call me Aiel.
"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."