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Wayne: You Wanna Know Why I Really Came To Find You? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I Thought Of You Happy In A Comfy Bed, Resting And Relaxing, Spending The Rest Of Your Life Sipping Tea And Reading Papers While People Bring You Food And Maids Rub Your Toes And Stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I Just Couldn't Leave You To A Fate Like That...i'm Too Good A Friend To Let A Mate Of Mine Die In Such A Terrible Situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.

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Wayne: You Wanna Know Why I Really Came To Find You? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I Thought Of You Happy In A Comfy Bed, Resting And Relaxing, Spending The Rest Of Your Life Sipping Tea And Reading Papers While People Bring You Food And Maids Rub Your Toes And Stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I Just Couldn't Leave You To A Fate Like That...i'm Too Good A Friend To Let A Mate Of Mine Die In Such A Terrible Situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.

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Definitely Not-you Optimists Just Can't Understand That A Depressed Person Doesn't Want You To Try And Cheer Them Up.it Makes Us Sick." Brandon Sanderson(elantris)

Depressed Person

Though, If You Think About It, Hostile, Dethroned Pseudodeities Probably Make Disagreeable Neighbors. You'll Have To Figure Out Something To Do With Him.

Anyone Know Where Kell Is?" "sleeping," Vin Said. "he Came In Late Last Night, And Hasn't Gotten Up Yet." Ham Grunted, Taking A Bite Of Baywrap. "dox?" "in His Room On The Third Floor," Vin Said. "he Got Up Early, Came Down To Get Something To Eat, And Went Back Upstairs." ... Ham Raised An Eyebrow. "you Always Keep Track Of Where Everyone Is Like That?" "yes.

I Need Something, Wax. A Place To Look. You Always Did The Thinking.” “yes, Having A Brain Helps With That, Surprisingly.

I Froze, Shocked. (and Don't Try To Clam That You Did Anything Different The First Time A Government Bureaucrat Pulled A Gun On You.)

Once One Becomes A Man, He Can And Must Make His Own Decisions. But I Do Offer Warning. Even A Good Thing Can Become Destructive If Taken To Excess.

I Have A Smoke Grenade In My Room," I Said. "what?" Megan Asked. "how?" "i Grew Up Working At A Munitions Plant," I Said. "we Mostly Made Rifles And Handguns, But We Worked With Other Factories. I Got To Pick Up The Occasional Goody From The Qc Reject Pile." "a Smoke Grenade Is A Goody?" Cody Asked. I Frowned. What Did He Mean? Of Course It Was. Who Wouldn't Want A Smoke Grenade When Offered One?

Spook: No, I'm Not Troubled. In Fact, I Actually Think Everything Is Going To Be All Right. Finally.

What Was That?" Galladon Demanded. "i Think I Just Destroyed The Biology Section" Raoden Replied With Wonder.

It Sounds To Me, Young One," Haddek Said, "that You Are Searching For Something That Cannot Be Found." "the Truth?" Sazed Said. "no," Haddek Replied. "a Religion That Requires No Faith Of Its Believers.

The Most Dangerous Kind Of Man Is Not The One Who Spent His Youth Shoving Others Around. That Kind Of Man Gets Lazy, And Is Often Too Content With His Life To Be Truly Dangerous. The Man Who Spent His Youth Being Shoved Around, However … When That Man Gets A Little Power And Authority, He Often Uses It To Become A Tyrant On Par With The Worst Warlords In History.

It Is Very Important To Be Reading As Well As Writing. A Doctor Is Not Going To Ignore New Surgery Practices.

One Cannot Seperate Truth From Actions...physically Inevitable Or Not, Truth Stands Above All Things. It Is Independant Of Who Has The Best Army, Who Can Deliver The Longest Sermons, Or Even Who Has The Most Priests. It Can Be Pushed Down, But It Will Always Surface. Truth Is The One Thing You Can Never Intimidate.

Act With Honor, And Honor Will Aid You

Plots Behind Plots, Plans Behind Plans. There Was Always Another Secret.

He Smiled Despite The Grief He Felt At The Deaths Of His Men; He Smiled Because That Was What He Did. That Was How He Proved To The Lord Ruler-and To Himself-that He Wasn't Beaten.

Vin Snorted, Kneeling In The Low Tent As She Pulled Her Belt Tight; Then She Crawled Over To Him. "i Don't Know How You Read While Riding," She Said. "oh, It's Quite Easy - If You Aren't Afraid Of Horses." "i'm Not Afraid Of Them," Vin Said. "they Just Don't Like Me. They Know I Can Outrun Them, And That Makes Them Surly.

Remember That Your Job As A Practicing Writer Is To Remember It's Never Going To Be Perfect On Your First Pass.

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. I Loathe What You've Done. What Has Happened To You?' Test Him!' Rand Whispered, Voice Dangerous. 'before Condemning Me, Let Us First Determine If My Sins Have Achieved Anything Beyond My Own Damnation.

You'll Never Learn How To Do Your Endings Until You Finish Your Endings.

A Man Was Defined Not By His Flaws, But By How He Overcame Them.

To Lack Feeling Is To Be Dead, But To Act On Every Feeling Is To Be A Child.

It Is You!" The Man Exclaimed. "we Thought You Weren't Coming For Another Week!" "ashe," Sarene Mumbled, "who Is This Lunatic And What Does He Want With Me?

Never Throw The First Punch. If You Have To Throw The Second, Try To Make Sure They Don't Get Up For A Third.

Regardless, I Still Do Not Believe That Your Duty Is To Do As The People Wish. Your Duty Is To Lead As Best You Can, Following The Dictates Of Your Conscience. You Must Be True. Your Majesty, To The Man You Wish To Become.

I Strive For Nothing If Not Consistency

Wherever It May Be, Whoever May Hold It. That's Who I Am.

I Was Thinking That Work Is Like Fertilizer In That I'm Glad It Exists; I Just Don't Ever Want To Get Stuck In It.

Men Rarely See Their Own Actions As Unjustified.

Well,” Waxillium Said. “perhaps I Should Begin By Asking After Your Health.” “perhaps You Should,” Steris Replied. “er. Yes. How’s Your Health?” “suitable.” “so Is Waxillium,” Wayne Added. They All Turned To Him. “you Know,” He Said. “he’s Wearing A Suit, And All. Suitable. Ahem. Is That Mahogany?

In The End, I Must Proclaim That No Good Can Be Achieved Of False Means. For The Substance Of Our Existence Is Not In The Achievement, But In The Method.

No, Not Me.i'm Not A Good Person Or A Bad Person.i'm Just Here To Kill Things.

That Hat Looks Ridiculous.” “fortunately, I Can Change Hats,” Wayne Said, “while You, Sir, Are Stuck With That Face.

I Don't Have Much Time For Stories," Vin Said. "seems That Fewer And Fewer People Do, These Days." A Canopy Kept Off The Ash, But He Seemed Unconcerned About The Mists. "it Makes Me Wonder What Is So Alluring About The Real World That Gives Them All Such A Fetish For It. It's Not A Very Nice Place These Days.

I'm Not Really Sure Why. But... Do You Stop Loving Someone Just Because They Betray You? I Don't Think So. That's What Makes The Betrayal Hurt So Much - Pain, Frustration, Anger... And I Still Loved Her. I Still Do.

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