Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
He recalled countering Sammael's last move with something particulary nasty, but he could not pull the memory to the surface. Not balefire. "Mustn't use that. Threatens the fabric of the Pattern. Not even for Ilyena? I would burn the world and use my soul for tinder to hear her laugh again."'
"The Amyrlin understands the most complex of creeds and debates," Egwene said, quoting from memory. "Yet in the end, she is the servant of all, even the lowest of laborers."
She was not a pretty little porcelain doll; she was a beautiful little porcelain doll. On the outside, anyway. Inside, where it counted, was another matter.
No man should have another man's voice in his head.
We are always more afraid than we wish to be, but we can always be braver than we expect.
We hear less, Davram Bashere, but perhaps sometimes we see more.
Break the seals. Break the seals, and end it. Let me die forever.
You always had to pay the butcher.
Stopping a man from what he wants to do is like taking a sweet from a child. Sometimes you have to do it, but sometimes it just isn’t worth the trouble.
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?
A man who will not die to save a woman is no man.
Ravens and crows. Rats. Mists and clouds. Insects and corruption. Strange events and odd occurences The ordinary twisted and strange. Wonders. The dead are beginning to walk and some see them. Others do not, but more and more, we all fear the night. These have been our days. They rain upon us beneath a dead sky, crushing us with their fury, until as one, we beg, "Let it begin."
Men believe the worst easily, and women believe it hides something still darker.
Should and would build no bridges.
If you don't know everything, you must go on with what you do know.
For the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against. For those of us a little older, she is an old friend, an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.
Nimble finger and nimble wits will take you a good deal further than a sword and muscles. Sharp eyes help as well, but fortunately, I have these things.
"Wish" and "want" trip the feet, but "is" makes the path smoother.
Pride fills me. I am sick with the pride that destroyed me.
The pike does not ask the frog’s permission before dining.