Robert Jordan
Robert Jordan
James Oliver Rigney, Jr., better known by his pen name Robert Jordan, was an American author of epic fantasy. He is best known for the Wheel of Time series, which comprises 14 books and a prequel novel. He is one of the several writers who have written seven original Conan the Barbarian novels that are highly acclaimed to this day. Rigney also wrote historical fiction under his pseudonym Reagan O'Neal, a western as Jackson O'Reilly, and dance criticism as Chang...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 October 1948
CityCharleston, SC
CountryUnited States of America
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain!
the wolf may fight the bear but the rabbit always looses
Why, that's like being told to go up in the hills to find lions, only you do not know whether there are any lions, but if there are, they may be hunting you, and they may be disguised as bushes. Oh, and if you find any lions, try not to let them eat you before you can tell where they are. -Elayne
Duty is heavier than a mountain, Dai Shan.' That time, Lan did flinch. How long had it been since someone had been able to do that to him with mere words? He remembered teaching that same concept to a youth out of the Two Rivers. A sheepherder, innocent of the world, fearful of the fate laid out before him by the Pattern.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.
If you ask the lion to protect from from wolves, you have only chosen to end in one belly instead of another.
Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.
Reading is like breathing. If you take it away, first I become antsy, then violent.
The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.
The fact that the price must be paid is proof it is worth paying.
Fantasy is an area where it is possible to talk about right and wrong, good and evil, with a straight face. In mainstream fiction and even in a good deal of mystery, these things are presented as simply two sides of the same coin. Never really more than a matter of where you happen to be standing.
In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.
Women," Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, "are like mules." He frowned. "Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?" "Pure poetry, Mat," Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.