“The end is near," Moridin said. "The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.”

“The wind blew southwards, through knotted forests, over shimmering plains and toward lands unexplored. This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time.But it was an ending.”

“If it's not forbidden, then it's allowed”

“Strange clothes you wear, Child of the Dragon. Has the Wheel turned so far? Do the People of the Dragon return to the first Covenant? But you wear a sword. That is neither now nor then.”

“The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thrashing, as the corpse opened its eye."There's an odd thing about disease I once heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon whispered. "Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.”

“It has been quite a weight, hasn't it?" Tam asked."What weight?" Rand replied."That lost hand you've been carrying."Rand looked down at his stump. "Yes. I believe it has been at that.”

“It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid.”