“That's a little unrealistic, don't you think?So was the Final Solution, but it got pretty far, Leo points out.”

“How far can your imagination take you? I don't know. That's up to you, but I think you should find out.”

“I love words," Mat said. "There are some deliciously pretty words out there. 'Smile.' That's always sounded like a pretty word to me. Don't you think? Or, perhaps, the words 'I promise not to kill Egwene right now for trying to touch me, the Empress, may I live forever, because we really bloody need her for the next couple of weeks or so.'" He eyeed Fortuona pointedly.”

“Well, darling, don't your worry your pretty little head. I've got a type, and you ain't it.”

“You'll be alive', he pointed out. 'That's what matters. Enjoy what you have, every little detail of wherever you are. Don't focus on where you aren't.”

“People are so stupid. They think they've got the whole puzzle figured out, but they're really so far off.”