“Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.”

“Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.”

“Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.”

“There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.”

“It all came back to my guruji saying bahut kali-ka rup dekhaya tumne. (You have shown a lot of Kali in you). Calm down a little bit. Parvati-ka roop lo.”

“The real turning point between the medieval age of faith and the modern age of unfaith came when the scientists of the seventeenth century turned their backs upon what used to be called “final causes.” The final cause of a thing or event meant the purpose which it was supposed to serve in the universe, its cosmic purpose.”

“Drear ritual turned its wheel.”

“one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started”

“As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.”

“We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns. As long is it turns….”