In Wars, Boy, Fools Kill Other Fools

Death Comes To Us All; We Can Only Choose How To Face It When It Comes.

A Man Falling Off A Cliff To Certain Death Will Stretch Out A Hand Even To His Worst Enemy.

You Must Surrender Before You Can Guide.

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.

If Any Of These Women Had Been Here Instead Of Nynaeve, The World Would Have Ended.