Never Gamble Without Knowing A Back Way

Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket Of Eels Sometimes.

The Pike Does Not Ask The Frog's Permission Before Dining.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

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.

Facing Them (men) With Knives And Spears Was Much Easier Than Loving Them, Much Easier.