A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14)

by Robert Jordan

“All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai,” Androl said. “The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that no man may know everything.”

“Oh, that. I’m dying, unfortunately. Terribly tragic. You wouldn’t happen to have any brandy, would you?”

It is all right to plan for the worst possibilities, but you must not bask in them. You must not fixate on them.

“Being in charge isn’t always about telling people what to do. Sometimes, it’s about knowing when to step out of the way of people who know what they’re doing.”

Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, had secretly always wanted to be hasty.

He would very much like to put Karede and Lan in a staring contest together. They could be at it for years.

“We will have to put our armies under the command of Matrim Cauthon,” she said. “May the Light watch over us.”

“Yes, I’m alive,” Mat said. “I’m usually pretty good at staying alive. I’ve only failed one time that I remember, and it hardly counts.

How? How had a lady like Faile learned to act like a servant?