Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

It's always a dangerous thing for a writer to resurrect a character. It threatens to undermine the consequences in a story, and minimizes the risks characters take.

This far into the Unclaimed Hills, the highstorms were incredibly powerful. The plants had learned to survive. That's what you had to do, learn to survive. Brace yourself, weather the storm.

She looked at me, her electricity flaring to life—growing more violent, more dangerous, lighting the room like a calzone stuffed with dynamite. Uh-oh Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Mizzy gave me a little wave, but otherwise completely abandoned me as I was pulled through the crowd. To the dancing. I guess that's what you'd call it. It looked like everyone had insects in their shirts and were trying really hard to get them out. I'd seen dancing in movies, and it had looked a lot more ... coordinated than this.

You didn't promise to kill me," Wayne said, pulling on his socks. "You promised to have killed me. That there be the present perfect tense.

He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.

There is no only when it comes to goodness and joy. The smallest amount is as large as the universe, and one boy saved from a pit is a precious work beyond that of any king's treasury.

War means desperation, and desperation is our mother's milk, kid.

Encuentra el equilibrio —le había dicho Sagaz—. Acepta el dolor, pero no aceptes que lo merecías.»

We're going to kill them, aren't we?" William Ann asked. "Yes." "How much are they worth?" "Sometimes, child, it's not about what a man is worth.

Anyone could end up drawing a spren, but you learned early that talking to one was pointless. Was he mad? Perhaps he should wish for that - madness was an escape from the pain. Instead, it terrified him.

The scents, unfortunately, did not go away with the light. And they remained a signal, defiant as any banner, of what had happened here. Blood. The stench of burning bodies. In the end, loss and victory smelled the same.

Había vivido con miedo tanto tiempo que había llegado a considerarlo tan natural como la ceniza, el sol y la tierra misma.

An awed voice in the back of his mind whispered, They're all the same. Metal, minds, men, all the same substance.…

Vin aceptó la mano, tratando con toda la gracia posible de sacar del carruaje la falda de encajes de su vestido. Mientras descendía con cuidado, tratando de no tropezar, agradeció la mano firme del criado y finalmente se dio cuenta de por qué se esperaba de los hombres que ayudaran a las mujeres a salir de los carruajes. No era una costumbre tonta después de todo: lo tonto era la ropa.

Who had time for morals in a world like this?

She was as crazy as the others. Her insanity just happened to align with reality.

No corras si sólo tienes fuerzas para andar

But Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Steris!" he said. "You'll end up humiliating yourself." She closed her eyes. "Dear Lord Waxillium. Earlier, you spoke of the power of not caring about what others thought of you. Do you remember?" "Yes." "Well, you see," she said, opening her eyes and smiling, "I'm trying to practice that skill." She proceeded to vomit all over the table. *

Yeah, yeah," Wayne said. "That too. But if I could get everybody drunk, think how much happier this city would be." "So long as you get me drunk first, I'd be fine with it." She held out her cup to him. "Top a lady off, will you?

You have not done the proper paperwork in this kingdom to kill that child

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.

Anyone can blow their face off by accident—I mean, who hasn't—but if you do it twice in a row, you look really silly.

He met Lightsong's eyes. "You are a god. To me, at least. It doesn't matter how easily you can be killed, how much Breath you have, or how you look. It has to do with who you are and what you mean.