Quotes from Robert Jordan

He was as much a fool as any man or woman. He just had enough experience to recognize it. It took a few seasons before a man could put that together.

Heroes in the stories never had to sleep in haystacks, or under hedges. But it was not easy to pretend, anymore, that he was a hero in a story.

Women were always happy for a chance to educate a boy when he was young; Mat thought they assumed they could educate him out of becoming a man if they tried hard enough.

What you practice too often, you use without thinking.

It looks a good plan to me. As good as any till the arrows start flying.

If you ever meet a Malkieri," Noal said, "you tell him Jain Farstrider died clean." "I will, Jain," Mat said. "May the light hold you." Noal

When the fishmongers are all buying at the same price, you can bet they were all drinking at the same inn last night.

Never choose the card a man wants you to. Mat should have realized that. It was one of the oldest cons in creation.

The Light save me from men who think with the hair on their chests.

A man who trusts everyone is a fool, Lews Therin said, and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools, if we live long enough.

It's one of the things men are for, taking the blame. They usually deserve it, even if you don't know exactly how.

If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair. If the world's ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he's done wrong.

Trouble is, you're caught up in the fringes of politics, lad, even if it's none of your doing, and politics is a foggy mire full of snakes.

The grave is no bar to my call.

Sing of Manetheren, the sword that could not be broken.

Truth almost always did come out in the end, but by the end, truth was often so wrapped around with rumors and speculation and absolute lies that most people never did believe it.

The pin was the smallest part of a pair of scissors, and the easiest made, but without it, the scissors cut no cloth.

Thieves are always the most careful of their purses.

Min, you're a friend," he protested. "I don't think of you as a woman." It was the wrong thing to say; he knew it as soon as the words left his mouth.

This was not the first time she had squeezed meanings from his words that he never knew were in them.

We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.

Weep for Manetheren. Weep for what is lost forever.

That was the trouble with the best of men. They always thought they were doing the right thing.

There were more important uses for that time. One thing at a time, and the most important first. That was his way.