Care For The Living. I'll Weep For

It Is The Enemy You Underestimate Who Kills You.

Maybe There Would Be A Tinker City Someday, Too. They Would Buy Up All Of The Colored Dye, And Everyone Else In The World Would Ave To Wear Brown.' -mat

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

By The Way, I Saved Moiraine. Chew On That As You Try To Decide Which Of The Two Of Us Is Winning." -mat

Duty Is Heavy As A Mountain, Death Is Light As A Feather.