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That's The Point, Isn't It? We Have To Live On, No Matter How Hard It Gets. We'll Win In The End.

You Cannot Tempt The Hearts Of Men Who Are Pure.

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

It's Easy To Believe In Something When You Win All The Time...the Losses Are What Define A Man's Faith.

Pain Los[es] Its Power When Other Things Bec[o]me More Important.

I Am A Smedry, And We Do Ridiculous, Unexpected, Eccentric Things Like This All The Time! Ha-ha!

My Dear, Did You Just Try To Prove The Existence Of God With Your Cleavage?

It's A Mystery," Vin Said, Narrowing Her Eyes And Smiling. "we Mistborn Are Incredibly Mysterious." Elend Paused." Um...i'm Mistborn Too, Vin. That Doesn't Make Any Sense." "we Mistborn Need Not Make Sense," Vin Said." It's Beneath Us. Come On-the Sun's Already Down. We Need To Get Moving.

It's Not Imitating Anything; It Has Become A Better Version Of Itself.

And Is An Ending Always Bad? It Asked. Must Not All Things, Even Worlds, Someday End?"there Is No Need To Hasten That End," Vin Said. "no Reason To Force It."all Things Are Subject To Their Own Nature, Vin, Ruin Said, Seeming To Flow Around Her. She Could Feel Its Touch Upon Her - Wet And Delicate, Like Mist. You Cannot Blame Me For Being What I Am. Without Me, Nothing Would End. Nothing Could End. And Therefore, Nothing Could Grow. I Am Life. Would You Fight Life Itself?

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.

What Is Belief - What Is Faith - If You Don't Continue It After Failure?

Elend: I Kind Of Lost Track Of Time… Breeze: For Two Hours? Elend: There Were Books Involved.

I Strive For Nothing If Not Consistency

You Said Their Prayer - Is This The Religion You Believe In, Then?" "i Believe In Them All." Vin Frowned. "none Of Them Contradict Each Other?" Sazed Smiled. "oh, Often And Frequently They Do. But, I Respect The Truths Behind Them All.

Are There Any Religions On Your List That Include The Slaughter Of Noblemen As A Holy Duty?

Fantasy Has Had Some Problems With Being Too Repetitive, In My Opinion. I Try To Read What Other People Are Doing - And Say, 'how Can I Add To This Rather Than Just Recycle It? How Can I Stand On Tolkien's Shoulders Rather Than Stand Tied To His Kneecaps?

Why Do They Call It Research If I've Only Done It This One Time?

The Right Belief Is Like A Good Cloak, I Think. If It Fits You Well, It Keeps You Warm And Safe. The Wrong Fit However, Can Suffocate.

At First Raoden Stayed Away From The Library, Because It Reminded Him Of Her. Then He Found Himself Drawn Back To It—because It Reminded Him Of Her.

Men Rarely See Their Own Actions As Unjustified.

The Mark Of A Great Man Is One Who Knows When To Set Aside The Important Things In Order To Accomplish The Vital Ones.

Katar," Raoden Called. Yes, My Lord?" Do You Know What It Is? The Secret, I Mean?" Kahar Smiled. "i Havent't Been Hungry In Days, My Lord. It Is The Most Amazing Feeling In The World-i Don't Evern Notice The Pain Anymore." Raoden Nodded, And Kahar Left. The Man Had Come Looking For A Magical Solution To His Woes, But He Had Found An Answer Much More Simple. Pain Lost Its Power When Other Things Became More Importan. Kahar Didn't Need A Potion Or An Aon To Save Him-he Just Needed Something To Do.

How Totally Unexpected," He Declared, Then Proceeded To Faint From Blood Loss.

I Am What The Universe Made Me To Be, My Dear.

Yelling A Battle Cry—more To Motivate Himself Than Frighten His Foes—lukel Grabbed The Table Leg And Swung It At A Soldier. The Wood Bounced Off The Man's Helmet, But The Blow Was Powerful Enough To Daze Him, So Lukel Followed It With A Solid Blow To The Face. The Soldier Dropped And Lukel Grabbed His Weapon. Now He Had A Sword. He Only Wished He Knew How To Use It.

I Am A Writer Who Works From An Outline. What I Generally Do When I Build An Outline Is I Find Focal, Important Scenes, And I Build Them In My Head And I Don't Write Them Yet, But I Build Towards Them.

And So, Does The Destination Matter? Or Is It The Path We Take? I Declare That No Accomplishment Has Substance Nearly As Great As The Road Used To Achieve It. We Are Not Creatures Of Destinations. It Is The Journey That Shapes Us. Our Callused Feet, Our Backs Strong From Carrying The Weight Of Our Travels, Our Eyes Open With The Fresh Delight Of Experiences Lived.

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.

They Tried Boiling Books, But That Didn't Work Very Well." "i'm Surprised They Haven't Tried Boiling One Another." "oh, It's Been Tried," Galladon Said. "fortunately. Something Happens To Us During The Shaod—apparently The Flesh Of A Dead Man Doesn't Taste Too Good. Kolo? In Fact, It's So Violently Bitter That No One Can Keep It Down." "it's Nice To See That Cannibalism Has Been So Logically Ruled Out As An Option," Raoden Said Dryly

I Still Doubt It Will Work." "you'd Doubt The Sun's Rising If You Weren't Proven Wrong Each Day," Raoden Said With A Smile.

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

Why Did They Believe? Because They Saw Miracles. Things One Man Took As Chance, A Man Of Faith Took As A Sign. A Loved One Recovering From Disease, A Fortunate Business Deal, A Chance Meeting With A Long Lost Friend. It Wasn't The Grand Doctrines Or The Sweeping Ideals That Seemed To Make Believers Out Of Men. It Was The Simple Magic In The World Around Them.

At Times, It Seems To Me That To Be Human Is To Want That Which We Cannot Have. For Some, This Is Power. For Me, It Is Peace.

It Was Amazing How Many Books One Could Fit Into A Room, Assuming One Didn't Want To Move Around Very Much.

You Know, I Was A Nerdy Kid Going Through High School, And Then I Got To College And That All Vanished. I Mean, A Lot Of My Good Friends - When We Were In High School, We Would Never Have Been Able To Hang Out Together Because We Were In Such Different Cliques Or Whatever. Now, Who Cares?

The Best Performances, Are Those That Can Be Performed Once.

Best Performance

I Think Given The Choice Between Loving Mare - Betrayal Included - And Never Knowing Her, I'd Chose Love. I Risked, And I Lost, But The Risk Was Still Worth It.

Ignorance Is Hardly Unusual, Miss Davar. The Longer I Live, The More I Come To Realize That It Is The Natural State Of The Human Mind. There Are Many Who Will Strive To Defend Its Sanctity And Then Expect You To Be Impressed With Their Efforts.

So, When People Try To Give You Some Book With A Shiny Round Award On The Cover, Be Kind And Gracious, But Tell Them You Don't Read "fantasy," Because You Prefer Stories That Are Real. Then Come Back Here And Continue Your Research On The Cult Of Evil Librarians Who Secretly Rule The World.

If You Are Anything Like Me --- Clever, Fond Of Goat Cheese, And Devilishly Handsome --- Then You Have Undoubtedly Read Many Books.

I Write Those Words In Steel For Anything Else Not Set In Metal Cannot Be Trusted

Imaginary Things Were Often The Only Items Of Real Substance In People's Lives.

Well, Then," He Said. "let's Do It." "what?" Vin Asked. "save The World." Elend Said. "stop The Ash.

If You Give Up What You Want Most For What You Think You Should Want More, You'll End Up Miserable.

To Believe, It Seemed, One Had To Want To Believe.

When Men Fought, They Connected. You Became Brothers As You Traded Blows.

And Vin Liked Solitude. When You're Alone, No One Can Betray You

Marsh: Our Best Efforts Were Never Even A Mild Annoyance To The Lord Ruler." Kelsier: Ah, But Being An Annoyance Is Something That I Am Very Good At. In Fact, I'm Far More Than Just A 'mild' Annoyance--people Tell Me I Can Be Downright Frustrating. Might As Well Use This Talent For The Cause Of Good, Eh?

Sometimes The Prize Is Not Worth The Costs. The Means By Which We Achieve Victory Are As Important As The Victory Itself.

Personally, I Say, "out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Deadly Pit Filled With Sharks Who Are Wielding Chainsaws With Killer Kittens Stapled To Them." However, That One's Having A Rough Time Catching On.

The More Limitations You Put On A Character Often Times The Better A Character You'll Make Them, The More Interesting The Story Becomes Because The Character Can't Simply Wave A Hand And Make Something Happen. They Have To Work Within The Framework.

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.

What Did It Mean To Be Called “lord”? I’ll Assume You’ve Never Had The Honor, Since I Doubt Any Of You Happen To Be British Royalty. (and, If By Chance You Are, Then Let Me Say, “hello, Your Majesty! Welcome To My Stupid Book. Can I Borrow Some Cash?”)

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

Impossible Things Are Really Rough To Do, You Know.

Impossible Things

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.

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

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.

I Will Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves.

He Found Himself Weeping. Not For The Future Or For The Emperor. These Were The Tears Of A Man Who Saw Before Himself A Masterpiece. True Art Was More Than Beauty; It Was More Than Technique. It Was Not Just Imitation. It Was Boldness, It Was Contrast, It Was Subtlety.

To Age Truly Was To Suffer The Ultimate Treason, That Of One's Body Against Oneself.

Stop Moping, Sule," Galladon Said With A Grunt."it Doesn't Suit You-it Takes A Fine Sense Of Pessimism To Brood With Any Sort Of Respectability.

A Thing Of Nature. For Every Push, There Is A Pull. A Consequence.

What Did You Put In The Fire?" Kaladin Said. "to Make That Special Smoke?" "nothing. It Was Just And Ordinary Fire." "but, I Saw-" "what You Saw Belongs To You. A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is Imagined In Someone's Mind." "what Does The Story Mean, Then?" "it Means What You Want It To Mean," Hoid Said. "the Purpose Of A Storyteller Is Not To Tell You How To Think , But To Give You Questions To Think Upon. Too Often, We Forget That.

Have You Finally Grown So Jealous Of My Impeccable Fashion Sense That You've Decided To Have Me Disposed Of?

‎"to Parlin's Mind, Nothing Showed Affection Like A Hunk Of Something Dead And Bleeding On The Table.

Sing!" Grandpa Smedry Yelled, His Voice Echoing Down A Hallway To The Right."sing!" If He Breaks Into Song I Think I Might Have To Strangle Myself... I Thought, Cringing.

So, Using His Pride Like A Shield Against Despair, Dejection, And-most Important— Self-pity, Raoden Raised His Head To Stare Damnation In The Eyes.

If We Must Put Our Head Into The Lion’s Mouth, Let Us Make Certain That He Chokes Upon Our Flesh!

People Can Do Great Things. However, There Are Some Things They Just Can't Do. I, For Instance, Have Not Been Able To Transform Myself Into A Popsicle, Despite Years Of Effort.

My Behavior Is Nonetheless, Deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm Quite Prone To Such Bouts Of Deplorability--take For Instance, My Fondness For Reading Books At The Dinner Table.

Raoden Looked Up At His Friend. "we're Not Dead, Galladon, And We're Not Damned. We're Just Unfinished.

You're A Sword Not A Palm Tree

Boys, Welcome To The Wonderful World Of Talking To Women About Their Feelings. As A Handy Primer, Here Are A Few Things You Should Know: 1) Women Have Feelings. 2) You Will Spend The Next Seventy Years Or So Trying To Guess What They're Feeling And Why. 3) You Will Be Wrong Most Of The Time. 4) I Like French Fries.

Everyone Is Either Happy Or Dead.

Too Many Scholars Think Of Research As Purely A Cerebral Pursuit. If We Do Nothing With The Knowledge We Gain, Then We Have Wasted Our Study. Books Can Store Information Better Than We Can--what We We Do That Books Cannot Is Interpret. So If One Is Not Going To Draw Conclusions, Then One Might As Well Just Leave The Information In The Texts.

I'm An Amalgamation Of What I've Needed To Be. Part Scholar, Part Rebel, Part Nobleman, Part Mistborn, And Part Soldier. Sometimes I Don't Even Know Myself. I Had A Devil Of A Time Getting All Those Pieces To Work Together. And, Just When I'm Starting To Get It Figured Out, The World Up And Ends On Me.

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?

[omin] ...all Things Must Progress, And Progression Is Not Always A Steady Incline. Sometimes We Must Fall, Sometimes We Will Rise - Some Must Be Hurt While Others Have Fortune, For That Is The Only Way We Can Learn To Rely On One Another. As One Is Blessed, It Is His Privilege To Help Those Whose Lives Are Not As Easy. Unity Comes From Strife, Child." Page 193

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.)

There Was Rarely An Obvious Branching Point In A Person's Life. People Changed Slowly, Over Time. You Didn't Take On Step, Then Find Yourself In A Completely New Location. You First Took A Little Step Off A Path To Avoid Some Rocks. For A While, You Walked Alongside The Path, But Then You Wandered Out A Little Way To Step On Softer Soil. Then You Stopped Paying Attention As You Drifted Farther And Farther Away. Finally, You Found Yourself In The Wrong City, Wondering Why The Signs On The Roadway Hadn't Led You Better.

Unknowing Ignorance Is Preferable To Informed Stupidity.

Of All The Recruits In His Cohort, He Had Learned The Quickest. How To Hold The Spear, How To Stand To Spar. He’d Done It Almost Without Instruction. That Had Shocked Tukks. But Why Should It Have? You Were Not Shocked When A Child Knew How To Breathe. You Were Not Shocked When A Skyeel Took Flight For The First Time. You Should Not Be Shocked When You Hand Kaladin Stormblessed A Spear And He Knows How To Use It.

I've Seen Steelheart Bleed

It Seems That The Rebels Found The Chaos Of Transition More Difficult To Accept Than The Tyranny They Had Known Before. They Joyfully Welcomed Back Authority-even Oppressive Authority-for It Was Less Painful For Them Than Uncertainty.

When I Do Research, I Cast My Net Very Widely And Then Snatch What Feels Right Out Of That. Occasionally I'll Read A Specific Book For A Specific Book, But Usually I'm Trying To Increase My General Understanding.

I Had Eondel Teach Me," Raoden Said. "back When I Was Trying To Find Ways To Prove That My Father's Laws Were Foolish. Eondel Chose Fencing Becausehe Thought It Would Be Most Useful To Me, As A Politician. I Never Figured I'd End Up Using It To Keep My Wife From Slicing Me To Pieces.

Control Yourself. Become Someone Who Can Handle This.

Here, In Alethkar, Men Often Spoke Of The Legends -- Of Mankind's Hard-won Victory Over The Voidbringers. But When Weapons Created To Fight Nightmares Were Turned Against Common Soldiers, The Lives Of Men Became Cheap Things Indeed.

Somebody Has To Start. Somebody Has To Step Forward And Do What Is Right, Because It Is Right.

Raoden Turned To Regard The Large Dula. "what Does It Matter? It's Not Like We Have Anything Pressing To Do. It's Actually Quite Pleasant Up Here—you Should Just Sit Back And Enjoy It." An Ominous Crash Came From The Clouds Above Them, And Raoden Felt A Wet Drop Splat Against His Head. "fantastic," Galladon Grumbled. "i'm Enjoying Myself Already.

...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. Those Books Are Invariably Described As "important"- Which In My Experience, Pretty Much Means That They're Boring. (words Like Meaningful And Thoughtful Are Other Good Clues.)

Llarimar Had Told Him To Do His Best. That Sounded Like An Awful Lot Of Work. Unfortunately, Doing Nothing Was Beginning To Seem Like Even More Work.

There Has To Be A Balance, Vin," Elend Said. "somehow, We'll Find It. The Balance Between Whom We Wish To Be And Whom We Need To Be." He Sighed. "but For Now," He Said, Nodding To The Side, "we Simply Have To Be Satisfied With Who We Are.

They Say A Man Doesn't Know Himself Until He Faces Death For The First Time. . . I Don't Know About That. It Seems To Me That The Person You Are When You're About To Die Isn't As Important As The Person You Are During The Rest Of Your Life. Why Should A Few Moments Matter More Than An Entire Lifetime?

Rest Of Your Life

...a Man Can Only Stumble For So Long Before He Either Falls Or Stands Up Straight.

I Love To Do What I Do. So, I Do Work Long Hours.

Must Someone, Some Unseen Thing, Declare What Is Right For It To Be Right? I Believe That My Own Morality - Which Answers Only To My Heart - Is More Sure And True Than The Morality Of Those Who Do Right Only Because They Fear Retribution.

That’s The Funny Thing About Arriving Somewhere, Vin,” He Said With A Wink. “once You’re There, The Only Thing You Can Really Do Is Leave Again.

Nothing Will Train You To Write Better As A Writer, Than Working On Your Next Book.

A Man Can Only Lead When Others Accept Him As Their Leader, And He Has Only As Much Authority As His Subjects Give To Him. All Of The Brilliant Ideas In The World Cannot Save Your Kingdom If No One Will Listen To Them.

Wayne's A Little Attached To That Hat," Waxillium Said. "he Thinks It's Lucky." Wayne: "it Is Lucky. I Ain't Never Died While Wearing That Hat." Marasi Frowned. "i ... I'm Not Sure I Know How To Respond." Wax: "that's A Common Reaction To Wayne.

Ham Shook His Head, Sitting Down, Pouring Himself Something To Drink. "i Don't Get It, El. Why'd She Attack Him?" "she's Loony," Spook Said.

Do Not Dash If You Only Have The Strength To Walk, And Do Not Waste Your Time Pushing On The Walls That Will Not Give. More Importantly, Don't Shove Where A Pat Would Be Sufficient.

It Is A Writer's Greatest Pleasure To Hear That Someone Was Kept Up Until The Unholy Hours Of The Morning Reading One Of Their Books

Oh, Wax Has Always Been Solemn, But When He's At His Best, There's A Smirk Underneath.

You Could Be Writing The Book That Changes Your Life.

Changing Your Life

Act With Honor, And Honor Will Aid You

It's All Right Wayne," Waxillium Said Softly. "i've Made A Promise. I Told Lord Harms I'd Return Steris To Him. And I Will. That Is That." "then I Will Remain And Help," Marasi Said. "that Is That." "and I Could Really Use Some Food," Wayne Added. "fat Is Fat.

The Sudden And Abrupt Removal Of My All-consuming Goal ... Well, It Was Like I Was A Donut, And Somebody Had Sucked All The Jelly Out Of Me. But I Could Stuff New Jelly In There. It Would Just Get My Hands A Little Sticky In The Process.

If You're Always On Time, It Implies That You Never Have Anything Better You Should Be Doing. -kelsier

However A Man Who Was Honest And Clever Was Always, Always More Difficult To Scam Than Someone Who Was Both Dishonest And Clever. Sincerity. It Was So Difficult , By Definition, To Fake.

Kelsier Smiled. 'it Means That You, Vin, Are A Very Special Person. You Have A Power That Most High Noblemen Envy. It Is A Power That, Had You Been Born An Aristocrat, Would Have Made You One Of The Most Deadly And Influential People In All Of The Final Empire.' Kelsier Leaned Forward Again. 'but, You Weren't Born An Aristocrat. You're Not Noble, Vin. You Don't Have To Play By Their Rules--and That Makes You Even More Powerful.

You're A Very Difficult Person To Manipulate, You Know." "nonsense," He Said. "you Just Have To Promise Me That I Won't Have To Do A Thing, And Then I'll Do Anything You Want." "anything?" "anything That Doesn't Require Doing Anything." "that's Nothing, Then." "is It?" "yes." "well, That's Something.

For Now, I Only Wish To Make A Simple Acknowledgement Of The Woman Who Held The Power Just Before Me. Of All Of Us Who Touched It, I Feel She Was The Most Worthy.

Acknowledgement

Women? Women Are Like...thunderstorms. They're Beautiful To Look At, And Sometimes They're Nice To Listen To-but Most Of The Time They're Just Plain Inconvenient.

It's Like A Banana Farm For Guns!

It Is A Time Of Change,'' Sazed Said. ''perhaps It Is Also Time To Learn Of Other Truths, Other Ways.

Well Vin Says That There's Something Behind All This, Right? Some Evil Force Of Doom Or Whatever? Well, If I Were Said Force Of Doom, Then I Certainly Wouldn't Have Used My Powers To Turn The Land Black. It Just Lacks Flair. Red. Now, That Would Be An Interesting Color. Think Of The Possibilities--if The Ash Were Red, The Rivers Would Run Like Blood. Black Is So Monotonous That You Can Forget About It, But Red--you'd Always Be Thinking, 'why, Look At That. That Hill Is Red. That Evil Force Of Doom Trying To Destroy Me Certainly Has Style.

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.

I've Found You Can Ignore Half Of What Dox Tells You And Not Miss Much-except For Maybe They Occasional Complaint That You're Spending Too Much.

The Finest Defense Of Character Is Correct Action. Acquaint Yourself With Virtue, And You Can Expect Proper Treatment From Those Around You.

Authors Also Create Lovable, Friendly Characters, Then Proceed To Do Terrible Things To Them, Like Throw Them In Unsightly Librarian-controlled Dungeons. This Makes Readers Feel Hurt And Worried For The Characters. The Simple Truth Is That Authors Like Making People Squirm. If This Weren't The Case, All Novels Would Be Filled Completely With Cute Bunnies Having Birthday Parties.

Her Aunt Sol Had Once Told Shai To Smile At The Worst Insults And Snap At The Minor Ones. That Way, No Man Would Know Your Heart.

Strength Does Not Make One Capable Of Rule; It Makes One Capable Of Service.

Better To Be The Failure Who Nobly Strived Than The Success Who Never Really Had To.

She Loved The Teachings Of The Five Visions. Humility. Sacrifice. Seeing Another's Problems Before Your Own. Yet She Was Beginning To Think That She-- Along With Others-- Had Taken This Belief Too Far, Letting Her Desire To Seem Humble Become A Form Of Pride Itself. She Now Saw That When Her Faith Had Become About Clothing Instead Of People, It Had Taken A Wrong Turn.

Attacking A Provincial Lord In His Manor House, Surrounded By Guards...honestly, Kell, I'd Nearly Forgotten How Foolhardy You Can Be. "foolhardy?" Kelsier Asked With A Laugh. "that Wasn't Foolhardy - That Was Just A Small Diversion. You Should See Some Of The Things I'm Planning To Do! Dockson Stood For A Moment Then He Laughed Too. "by The Lord Ruler, It's Good To Have You Back, Kell! I'm Afraid I've Grown Rather Boring During The Last Few Years" "we'll Fix That" Kelsier Promised.

I Never Wanted To Be Feared. If I Regret One Thing, It Is The Fear I Have Caused. Fear Is The Tool Of Tyrants. Unfortunately, When The Fate Of The World Is In Question, You Use Whatever Tools Are Available.

Honestly, For An Evil God Of Darkness, He Certainly Can Be Dull.

Belief?" "yes," Sazed Said. "tell Me, Mistress. What Is It That You Believe?" Vin Frowned. "what Kind Of Question Is That?" "the Most Important Kind, I Think.

Elend Started. "vin!" Then, He Smiled. "what Took You So Long?" "i Got Delayed By An Inquistor And A Dark God," She Said. "now Hustle.

Small Things Were Important. Secods Were Small Things, And If You Heaped Enough Of Those On Top Of One Another, They Became A Man's Life.

Getting Cut Off From The Knights' Magic Rock Also Required A Period Of Exile From Their Giant Glass Mushroom. (those Of You In The Hushlands, I Dare You To Work That Last Sentence Into A Conversation. "by The Way, Sally, Did You Know That Getting Cut From The Knight's Magic Rock Also Requires A Period Of Exile From Their Giant Glass Mushroom?")

My Name Is Stephen Leeds, And I Am Perfectly Sane. My Hallucinations, However, Are All Quite Mad.

Every Man Is A Hero Of His Own Story.

If I Should Die,” Dalinar Said, “then I Would Do So Having Lived My Life Right. It Is Not The Destination That Matters, But How One Arrives There.” “the Codes?” “no. The Way Of Kings.” “that Storming Book.

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

I Try To Avoid Having Thoughts. They Lead To Other Thoughts, And—if You’re Not Careful—those Lead To Actions. Actions Make You Tired. I Have This On Rather Good Authority From Someone Who Once Read It In A Book.

My Outlines Are Always Very Goal-based. What Do I Want To Have Happen By The Ending And How Can I Earn That.

Vin: I Don't Know -- And It's All Your Fault, You Know. I Used To Understand Everything. Now It's All Confused. Kelsier: Yes, We've Messed You Up Right Properly.

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

I've Always Been Very Confident In My Immaturity.

Expectations Were Like Fine Pottery. The Harder You Held Them, The More Likely They Were To Crack.

It's Actually A Rather Romantic And Dramatic Story --- One I Would Eagerly Tell You, Except For The Fact That I Recently Forgot It, Based On It Being Far Too Long And Having Not Enough Decapitations.

Your Insult Has Offended Me. If We Were At The Peaks, We Would Have To Duel In Traditional Alil'tiki'i Fashion." "which Is What?" Teft Asked. "with Spears?" Rock Laughed. "no, No. We Upon The Peaks Are Not Barbarians Like You Down Here." "how Then?" Kaladin Asked, Genuinely Curious. "well," Rock Said, "is Involving Much Mudbeer And Singing." “how's That A Duel?” "he Who Can Still Sing After The Most Drinks Is Winner. Plus, Soon' Everyone Is So Drunk That They Forget What Argument Was About." Teft Laughed. "beats Knives At Dawn, I Suppose.

You Are Nothing If Not Exhaustive In Your Self-congratulatory Made-up Logic.

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.

I Killed You Once", The Lord Ruler Said, Turning Back To Kelsier. "you Tried", Kelsier Replied, His Voice Loud And Firm, Carrying Across The Square. "but You Can't Kill Me, Lord Tyrant. I Represent That Thing You've Never Been Able To Kill No Matter How Hard You Try. I Am Hope.

At First Glance, The Key And The Lock It Fits May Seem Very Different," Sazed Said. "different In Shape, Different In Function, Different In Design. The Man Who Looks At Them Without Knowledge Of Their True Nature Might Think Them Opposites, For One Is Meant To Open, And The Other To Keep Closed. Yet, Upon Closer Examination He Might See That Without One, The Other Becomes Useless. The Wise Man Then Sees That Both Lock And Key Were Created For The Same Purpose.

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.

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.

Mocking A Woman Is Like Drinking Too Much Wine. It May Be Fun For A Short Time, But The Hangover Is Hell.

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

People See In Stories What They’re Looking For, My Young Friend.

Eternity Ended Ten Years Ago.

I Was Ten,” I Said. “give Me A Little Credit.” “to A Boy With Aspirations Like That, I Would Extend My Respect—but Not Credit. Or Life Insurance.” Abraham Sounded Amused. “you Are An Interesting Man, David Charleston, But You Sound Like You Were An Even More Interesting Child.

That's Kind Of What Trust Is, Isn't It? A Willful Self-delusion.

I'm Teoish," Sarene Said, Successfully Spearing Something That Looked Like A Marinated Piece Of Shrimp. "we're All This Tall." "father's Teoish Too, Kaise," Daorn Said. "and You Know How Tall He Is." "but Father's Fat," Kaise Pointed Out. "why Aren't You Fat Too, Sarene?

Our Belief Is Often Strongest When It Should Be Weakest. That Is The Nature Of Hope.

How Do You 'accidentally' Kill A Noble Man In His Own Mansion?" "with A Knife In The Chest. Or, Rather, A Pair Of Knives In The Chest.

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

We Were Like Deaf People Trying To Dance To A Beat We Couldn't Hear, Long After The Music Actually Stopped.

My Job Is Not To Save 'the Wheel Of Time', To Fix 'the Wheel Of Time', Or Anything Like That. My Job Is Not To Screw It Up.

Joy Was More Than Just An Absence Of Discomfort.

I'm Galladon, From The Sovereign Realm Of Duladel. I'm Most Recently From Elantris, Land Of Sludge, Insanity, And Eternal Perdition. Nice To Meet You.

God Is The Creator Of All Things, Right? He Is The Force That Dictates The Laws Of The Universe, And Is Therefore The Ultimate Source Of Ethics. He Is Absolute Morality... We Claim To Be Doing Good. But The Lord Ruler - As God - Defines What Is Good. So By Opposing Him We're Actually Evil. But Since He's Doing The Wrong Thing, Does Evil Actually Count As Good In This Case?

Hmmmm Light Makes Shadow. Truth Makes Lies. Hmmmm.

She Remembered Timidly Standing Atop The Luthadel City Wall, Afraid To Use Her Allomancy To Jump Off, Despite Kelsier's Coaxing. Now She Could Step Off A Cliff And Muse Thoughtfully To Herself On The Way Down.

This Is Going To Take A While. I'm A Fantasy Author. We Have Trouble With The Concept Of Brevity.

Welcome, Ruin Said, To Godhood.

A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is Imagined In Someone's Mind.

People Can Do Great Things. However, There Are Somethings They Just Can't Do. I, For Instance, Have Not Been Able To Transform Myself Into A Popsicle, Despite Years Of Effort. I Could, However, Make Myself Insane, If I Wished. (though If I Achieved The Second, I Might Be Able To Make Myself Think I'd Achieved The First....) Anyway, If There's A Lesson To Be Learned, It's This: Great Success Often Depends On Being Able To Distinguish Between The Impossible And The Improbable. Or, In Easier Terms, Distinguishing Between Popsicles And Insanity. Any Questions?

Lessons To Be Learned

You See, That Is The Sad, Sorry, Terrible Thing About Sarcasm. It's Really Funny.

Oh, I’m Just A Happy Person.

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.

Now, I Had Been Frightened On Several Different Occasions In My Life. The Most Frightening Of These Involved An Elevator And A Mime.

Ruin Still Used Reen's Voice-it Was Familiar, Something That Had Always Seemed A Part Of Her. Discovering That It Belonged To That Thing...it Was Like Finding Out That Her Reflection Really Belonged To Someone Else, And That She'd Never Actually Seen Herself.

The Nature Of Morality Must Be Considered, And Preferably Before One Is Exposed To Situations Where A Moral Decision Is Required.

In The End, I Worry That My Arrogance Shall Destroy Us All.

The Stormlight Rising From His Exposed Skin Was Enough To Illuminate The Chasm, And It Cast Shadows On The Walls As He Ran. Those Seemed To Become Figures, Crafted By The Bones And Branches Stretching From The Heaps On The Ground. Bodies And Souls. His Movement Made The Shadows Twist, As If Turning To Regard Him.

If You Were The Wall, What Would You Rather Be? Dreary And Dull, Or Alive With Paint?" "walls Can't Think!" "that Doesn't Stop Them From Caring.

Overcome Your Guilt. Care, But Not Too Much. Take Responsibility, But Don't Blame Yourself. Protect, Save, Help- But Know When To Give Up. They're Precarious Ledges To Walk. How Do I Do It?

If You Don't Believe What I'm Telling You, Then Ask Yourself This: Would Any Decent, Kind-hearted Individual Become A Writer? Of Course Not.

What Kind Of Woman Is Still Able To Trust People After Everything She's Been Through? If She'd Been Vin, She Would Have Stabbed Him In The Back At The First Opportunity, And That Would Have Probably Been The Right Thing To Do. Yet, This Girl Just Continued To Trust. It Was Like Finding A Beautiful Plant Growing Alone In A Field Of Burnt Ash.

All The World Does As It Is Supposed To, Except For Humans. Maybe That's Why You So Often Want To Kill Each Other.

Ham Smiled. "cett's Going To Be Furious." Elend Shrugged. "he's A Paraplegic. What's He Going To Do? Bite Us?

They Are Presented Attractively For The Same Reason That Kittens Are Cute - So That They Can Draw You In, Then Pounce On You For The Kill. Seriously. Stay Away From Kittens.

If Men Should Read These Words, Let Them Know That Power Is A Heavy Burden. Seek Not To Be Bound By Its Chains.

What Is It We Value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But Most Importantly...timeliness. I Fear You May Be Too Late, My Confused, Unfortunate, Friend.

Remember, The Past Need Not Become Our Future As Well.

What Would You Think If I Told You That I Wasn’t An Allomancer?” Sazed Asked. “i’d Think That You Were Lying,” Vin Said. “have You Known Me To Lie Before?” “the Best Liars Are Those Who Tell The Truth Most Of The Time.

Vin Shook Her Head. "no, Not Me. I'm Not A Good Person Or A Bad Person. I'm Just Here To Kill Things." Oreseur Watched Her For A Moment, Then Settled Back Down. "regardless," He Said, "you Are Not My Worst Master. That Is, Perhaps, A Compliment Among Our People.

How Do You Fight Someone Smarter Than Yourself?' Rand Whispered. 'the Answer Is Simple. You Make Her Think That You Are Sitting Down Across The Table From Her, Ready To Play Her Game. Then You Punch Her In The Face As Hard As You Can.

I Have No Idea What You Just Said, Child,' Breeze Said. 'so I'm Simply Going To Pretend It Was Coherent, Then Move On.

I Want You To Go Back Into The Barrack And Tell The Men To Come Out After The Storm. Tell Them To Look Up At Me Tied Here. Tell Them I’ll Open My Eyes And Look Back At Them, And They’ll Know Hat I Survived.

You've Managed-- In Our Short Three Years Together-- To Kill Not Only My God, But My Father, My Brother, And My Fiance. That's Kind Of Like A Homicidal Hat Trick. It's A Strange Foundation For A Relationship, Wouldn't You Say?

You Will Find That Hate Can Unify People More Quickly And More Fervently Than Devotion Ever Could.

What Wasdat, Sir? What Wazzat Sir? What Wassat, Sir?” “wayne, What Are You Babbling About?” Waxillium Asked. “practicing My Pretzel Guy,” Wayne Said. “he Had A Great Accent...” Waxillium Glanced At Him. "that Hat Looks Ridiculous.” “fortunately, I Can Change Hats,” Wayne Said In The Pretzel-guy Accent, “while You, Sir, Are Stuck With That Face.

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