“Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men's heads.”

“Men," Thom murmured. "Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on itsfoundations." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.”

“The sweetness of victory and the bitterness of defeat are alike a knife of dreams.-From Fog and Steel by Madoc Comadrin”

“Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.”

“Do you believe a man must be hard?” she asked. She was taking a chance. “Or strong?” By her tone, she left no doubt she saw a difference.Again Sorilea touched the tray; the smallest of smiles might have quirked her lips for an instant. Or not. “Most men see the two as one and the same, Cadsuane Melaidhrin. Strong endures; hard shatters.”Cadsuane drew breath. A chance she would have scoured anyone else for taking. But she was not anyone else, and sometimes chances had to be taken. “The boy confuses them,” she said. “He needs to be strong, and makes himself harder. Too hard, already, and he will not stop until he is stopped. He has forgotten how to laugh except in bitterness; there are no tears left in him. Unless he finds laughter and tears again, the world faces disaster. He must learn that even the Dragon Reborn is flesh. If he goes to Tarmon Gai’don as he is, even his victory may be as dark as his defeat.”

“Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.”

“As she spoke, the dice started tumbling inside his head.”