The Eye of the World (The Wheel of Time, #1)

by Robert Jordan

Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

There must be a difference in what you saw, it seemed to him, depending on whether you sought adventure or had it forced on you.

But hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.”

And the Queen never forgets anything. You ever know a woman who did?

Egwene asked in a decidedly neutral voice, “Who’s Elayne?”

I love Egwene being jealous of Rand.

Poetry out of Lan? The man was like an onion; every time Rand thought he knew something about the Warder, he discovered another layer underneath.

Totally stole this from Shrek I'm sure.

“What a strange thing to say,” Egwene said. “Why do they use it like that? Peace.” “When you have never known a thing except to dream,” Lan replied, heeling Mandarb forward, “it becomes more than a talisman.”