“A person knows when they’re in darkness, even when they can’t see. -Nightblood”

As one is blessed, it is his privilege to help those whose lives are not as easy. Unity comes from strife, child.” Page 193

The entire point of life is to find ways to get others to do your work for you. Don’t you know anything about basic economics?

Most people believe that inequality is rising – and indeed it has been rising for a while in a number of rich countries. And there is lots of talk and realization of this.

You are out of control, Rand al’Thor,’ she declared. I do what must be done,’ he said, speaking now from the shadows. He sounded exhausted. … I hate what you just did, Rand,’ Nynaeve snarled. ‘No, “Hate” isn’t strong enough.

Oh, I’m just a happy person.

You could be writing the book that changes your life.

He found insanity no excuse, however, for irrational behavior.

Unfortunately, the simplest things – such as thinking for myself, creating my own reality and being whatever the hell I want to be each day of my life – are a sin. To be a good Christian basically means to give up the reigns of your life and let some unseen force do it for you.

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe.

So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.

I Write those words in steel for anything else not set in metal cannot be trusted

…Generally people don’t recomend this type of book at all. It is far too interesting. Perhaps you have had other books recomended to you. Perhaps, even, you have been given books by friends, parents, teachers, then told that these books are the type you have to read.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

I will protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Authors also create lovable, friendly characters, then proceed to do terrible things to them, like throw them in unsightly librarian-controlled dungeons.

One who knows nothing can understand nothing.

In this world, I’ve got no choice: there is nothing left at all; and you don’t notice, but that’s all right: you don’t know what it’s like.

God made beauty so we’d know how He felt about us.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

Those are my people, you know? The ones who are going to crash and burn.

What you know will keep you from what you need to know if you don’t remain a novice.

The Universe knows itself and expands itself through me.

On occasion I omit commas. On occasion, I use them. (The more you know about English, the less you’re likely to think there are unbreakable “rules” for a lot of these things.)