Quotes from Robert Jordan

I am al'Lan Mandragoran," Lan bellowed. "Lord of the Seven Towers, Defender of the Wall of First Fires, Bearer of the Sword of the Thousand Lakes! I was once named Aan'allein, but I reject that title, for I am alone no more. Fear me, Shadow! Fear me and know. I have returned for what is mine. I may be a king without a land. But I am still a king!

Moiraine had been taught to judge people's capabilities long before she left home.

The only thing to do, as it had been from the beginning, was to keep moving. Keep moving, and not think. Thinking was dangerous, he knew.

Sprinklewort," Mat said. "It'll turn her mouth blue for a week, maybe two. And she won't share the sweetbuns with anyone, except maybe her Warders. Joline is addicted to the things. She must have eaten seven or eight bags' worth since we got to Caemlyn.

I am Elayne Trakand," she announced loudly, surprised at how calm she sounded. Her voice carried, and across the great plaza people turned from staring at her companions to stare at her. The ancient formula rolled from her tongue. "In the name of House Trakand, by right of descent from Ishara, I have come to claim the Lion Throne of Andor, if the Light wills it so.

You say you won't take risks, but you will. And when you do, you'll make anything Beslan and I might try look like an evening stroll in the garden. With you around, even the barber is blind.

Great. Wonderful." Mat let out a relieved sigh. 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.

I did not come here to win, I came here to kill you.

Lan shook his head slightly. "He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you're dead." Moiraine nodded. Surrender after you are dead. Yes.

Advice! Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are." "That," Egwene said, "is probably why you make such a bad job of it." Up ahead, Elyas cackled loudly.

I don't intend getting close enough to the fighting to need armor. A general who draws his sword has put aside his baton and become a common soldier.

Cadsuane had learned long ago to stop questioning the odd penchants of people with too much free time.

a Myrddraal, like a sleek-moving man with maggot-white skin in black armor, like death made bloodless flesh.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is, the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.

We all do as we must, as the Pattern decrees. For some there is less freedom than for others. It does not matter whether we choose or are chosen. What must be, must be.

No, it is not me that's changed. I'm the same; it is everything else that's different.

Well, Mat thought, guess I can take that. For now.

You must learn to ride fate. Only by surrendering to the Pattern can you begin to have some control over the course of your own life. If you fight, the Pattern will still force you, and you will find only misery where you might have found contentment instead.

if you got a woman to feed you on a regular basis, she was halfway won.

A fool moans when fortune takes him down, and it takes a true fool to moan when fortune takes him up.

In the Borderlands, her people had a saying: "Only the Dark One stays the same." Men grew and progressed; the Shadow just remained as it was. Evil.

Daughter of the Night, she walks again. The ancient war, she yet fights. Her new lover she seeks, who shall serve her and die, yet serve still.

When people decided you were better at trade than they, they not only grew jealous, they became stubborn and tried to demand ridiculous bargains. And sometimes you had no alternative save to accept.

Humankind is made for uncertainly, struggle, choice and change.