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The only time you seem honest is when you’re insulting someone!” “The only honest things I can say to you are insults.

There is something beyond. Though perhaps my belief is merely my own desire wishing it to be so." "You are not encouraging me. Aren't You omnipotent?" "Hardly," Harmony said, smiling. "But I believe that parts of me could be.

The rest of the time, I don't do so much thinkin'. 'Cuz if I did, I'd go runnin' back to where things is simple.

There was no correcting past mistakes, especially since he could see no real 'mistakes' he had made. He had done the best he could, and that had proven insufficient.

There was nothing more bitter than a soul who had had its chance and thrown it away.

There were a group of people before the Ascension known as the Astalsi. They claimed that each person was born with a certain finite amount of ill luck. And so, when an unfortunate event happened, they thought themselves blessed—thereafter, their lives could only get better.

There will be people like this in any culture, for every society is made of individuals. You must learn this. Do not let your assumptions about a culture block your ability to perceive the individual, or you will fail.

There will be people like this in any cuulture, for every society is made of individuals. You must learn this. Do not let your assumptions about a culture block your ability to perceive the individual, or you will fail.

The strong lines of the woman's face bespoke hard-won wisdom and courage, and somehow that made watching her more difficult. If such a woman could be defeated by Elantris, what hope was there for Raoden?

The truth is, most people who do what you'd call 'wrong' do it for what they call 'right' reasons.

The whole world could be going wrong, but seeing her made him forget.

The world isn't fair? What a huge revelation! Some people in power abuse those they have power over? Amazing! When did this start happening?

The world should end more often. It makes people so much more accomodating.

They didn’t speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced belong the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring? Why was the most colorful part of people’s bodies—the brightness of their blood—hidden beneath the skin, never to be seen unless something went wrong?

They kill you with fear first and the sword second. Stand your ground.

They made promises of eternity, but they couldn't even maintain their own divinity. We listened to them for centuries, and were rewarded with a group of impotent, vile cripples." "You hate them because they disappointed you," Hrathen said.

They're afraid of our ability to hear the stars. [...] And to them it makes us alien.

They say they give their women more freedom, but there's still the impression that the freedom was theirs to 'give' in the first place.

This is insanity!" "No, this is scholarship!

This lot won't suffer you forever.I wouldn't see you dead by their knives; I see a fine man within you Wit." "Yes, He tasted quite delicious.

This was a kid who scheduled extra time in his day for sneezes when he had a cold.

Those dear to me took fright for my safety and, perhaps, my sanity. Kings, they explained, do not walk like beggars for hundreds of miles. My response was that if a beggar could managed the feat, then why not a king? Did they think me less capable than a beggar? Sometimes I think that I am. The beggar knows much that the king can only guess. And yet who draws up the codes for begging ordinances? Often I wonder what my experience in life--my easy life following the Desolation, and my current level of comfort--has given me of any true experience to use in making laws. If we had to rely on what we knew, kings would only be of use in creating laws regarding the proper heating of tea and the cushioning of thrones.

Though I believe it's beyond the power of any mortal to completely relieve my prose of typos.

Though in this genre we write about the fantastic, the stories work best when there is solid grounding in our world. Magic works best for me when it aligns with scientific principles. Worldbuilding works best when it draws from sources in our world. Characters work best when they’re grounded in solid human emotion and experience.

Time tends to pass you by more quickly when you take no notice of it, my dear. In that, it's remarkably similar to most women I know.

To be given loyalty is to be infused like a gemstone, to be granted the frightful license to destroy not only one's self, but all within one's care.

To be honest, ‘arrogant’ doesn’t feel like quite the right word. It’s not specific enough.” “And what would be the right word, then?” “I don’t know. ‘Errorgant,’ perhaps.” Jasnah raised a skeptical eyebrow. “It means to be twice as certain as someone who is merely arrogant,” Shallan said, “while possessing only one-tenth the requisite facts.

To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way.

Tobias took the photograph. At least, that's what I saw. Most likely I still had the photograph in my hand, but I couldn't feel it there, now I perceived Tobias holding it. It's strange, the way the mind can change perception.

Today, I know what death is. Why do I know what death is, Kaladin?

Today, men, I ask you your lives." "I ask of you your lives and your courage. I ask of your faith, your honor-- your strength, and your compassion. For today I lead you to die. I will not ask you to welcome this event. I will not insult you by calling it well, or just, or even glorious. But I will say this.... ....."Each moment you fight is a gift to those in this cavern. Each second we fight is a second longer that thousands of people can draw breath. Each stroke of the sword, each koloss felled, each breath earned is another victory! It is a person protected for a moment longer, a life extended, an enemy frusturated!" There was a brief pause. "In the end they shall kill us. But first they shall fear us!

To live was to be a fragment of the cosmere that was experiencing itself.

To their simple, degenerate minds there was only one thing to do when faced by a God more powerful than their own: Convert. Brandon Sanderson(Elantris)

Truth is individual.” “What? No it’s not. Truth is . . . it’s Truth. Reality.” “Your truth is what you see,” Pattern said, sounding confused. “What else could it be? That is the truth that you spoke to me, the truth that brings power.

Vida antes que muerte. Fuerza antes que debilidad. Viaje antes que destino.

Vin looked down at the handkerchief. When a nobleman wants to court a lady seriously, he gives her a handkerchief.

Wasing not of wasing is", Quentin added.

We don't want you along," Vin said. "We don't trust you - and we don't like you.

We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite.

Well, best to remain vigilant. It’s when everything is calm that you need to be most alert.

Well done, Spin," Cobb said over a private line. "You have the passion. Now you're showing restraint.

Well, that’s because they’re wrong and I’m right. No more reading for you. Let’s go get some ice cream.” “I don’t know if the kitchen has any,” Joel said. “It’s hard to get in the summers, and—” “Not from the kitchen, stupid,” Melody said, rolling her eyes. “From the parlor out on Knight Street.” “Oh. I’ve … never been there.” “What! That’s a tragedy.” “Melody, everything is a tragedy to you.” “Not having ice cream,” she proclaimed, “is the culmination of all disasters! That’s it. No more discussion. We’re going. Follow.

We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards.

We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards. Or why your employer hired you in the first place.

we're all freaks sometimes, Melody," he replied. "You're just... well, better at it than most.

We take to the skies, Stormblessed," Lunamor said. "We will walk no more in coming days. This is the end.

What a pair they were - a Mistborn who felt guilty wasting coins to jump and a nobleman who thought balls were too expensive.

What do you know?” “Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.” “What do you want, then?” “What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.

What else will we do?" I asked, turning to leave. "This is the only plan we have." "This isn't a plan," Prof said. "It's hormones.

What if they take you captive?” Goradel asked. “My dear man,” Breeze said, leaning forward to look out at Goradel. “That’s why kings send ambassadors. This way, if someone gets captured, the king is still safe. We, my friend, are something Elend can never be: expendable.” Goradel frowned at that. “I don’t feel very expendable.