Crossroads of Twilight (The Wheel of Time, #10)

by Robert Jordan

“You know where to find the man who came to me yesterday? Find him, and tell him I agree, but there will be a few more than we talked about.”

The innocent died along with the guilty. And if you did nothing, then only the innocent died.

Always plan ahead, Lini used to say, but worry too hard over next year, and you can trip over tomorrow.

People never really changed, yet the world did, with disturbing regularity. You just had to live with it, or at least live through it. Now and then, with luck, you could affect the direction of the changes, but even if you stopped one, you only set another in motion.

Some said that turnabout was fair play, but she had never believed in fighting fair. Either you fought, or you did not, and it was never a game. Fairness was for people standing safely to one side, talking while others bled.

The Creator had made the world and then left humankind to make of it what they would, a heaven or the Pit of Doom by their choosing. The Creator had made many worlds, watched each flower or die, and gone on to make endless worlds beyond. A gardener did not weep for each blossom that fell.

Dress poor when you want a small favor, and fine when you want a large one.

Fortune rides like the sun on high with the fox that makes the ravens fly. Luck his soul, the lightning his eye, He snatches the moons from out of the sky.