“What does finding the Horn count if I abandon Egwene to this? If I did that, the Horn couldn't save me. The Creator couldn't save me. I would damn myself.”

“I am Birgitte Silverbow," Birgitte announced, as if to dispel doubt. "The Horn of Valere has sounded, calling all to the Last Battle. The heroes have returned!”

“Light, Egwene thought. I wonder how long it's been since a meeting of this scale occurred.”

“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.”

“By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning."-Mat”

“Demandred blocked Lan's attack but he breathed hoarsely. "Who are you?" Demandred whispered again. "No one of this Age has such skill. Asmodean? No, no. He couldn't have fought me like this. Lews Therin? It is you behind that face, isn't it?""I am just a man," Lan whispered. "That is all I have ever been.”

“I have never known anyone else," Egwene said to him, "who will work so hard to avoid hard work, Matrim Cauthon.”