I Will Hate The Man You Choose

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

My Mother Always Told Me The Best Way To Learn To Deal With A Man Was To Learn To Ride A Mule. She Said They Have About Equal Brains Most Of The Time. Sometimes The Mule Is Smarter.

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

Some Men […] Choose To Seek Greatness, While Others Are Forced To It. It Is Always Better To Choose Than To Be Forced. A Man Who Is Forced Is Never Completely His Own Master. He Must Dance On The Strings Of Those Who Forced Him.

Come To Think Of It, An Aes Sedai Would Probably Follow A Man Off A Cliff, Too, If Only To Explain To Him - In Detail - All The Things He Was Doing Incorrectly In The Way He Went About Killing Himself.