Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Spook smiled. "Elend is a forgetful scholar - twice as bad as Sazed ever was. He gets lost in his books and forgets about meeting he himself called. He only dresses with any sense of fashion because a Terriswoman bought him a new wardrobe. War has change him some, but on the inside, I think he's still just a dreamer caught in a world with too much violence.

Have you no thoughts on the matter?" Blushweaver finally asked. "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." Blushweaver sighed. "You avoid thinking, you avoid me, you avoid effort... is there anything you don't avoid?" "Breakfast.

I hadn't been a nerd, mind you. I'd just been the type of guy who spent a lot of time by himself, focused entirely on a single consuming interest.

The law is not something holy, son. It's just a reflection of the ideals of those lucky enough to be in charge.

Do not deride someone's faith simply because you do not share it, Lord Cladent," Sazed said quietly.

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.

The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit—but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.

You see, the great thing about madness is that it's all in your head.

Though, if you think about it, hostile, dethroned pseudodeities probably make disagreeable neighbors. You'll have to figure out something to do with him.

There is beauty in compassion, but one must learn wisdom too.

Well, I myself find that respect is like manure. Use it where needed, and growth will flourish. Spread it on too thick, and things just start to smell.

You see the dilemma?" Ham asked. "I see an idiot," Breeze mumbled.

I trust you. It's a very strange sensation." "Yeah, well, I'll try to hold myself back from going skipping across the plateau in joy." Adolin grinned. "I'd pay to see that." "Me skipping?" "You happy," Adolin said, laughing. "You've got a face like a storm! I half think you could frighten off a storm.

Your name is Lift, right?" "Right." "And your order?" "More food.

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?

Breeze turned to look out the window. "You were always the best of us, Sazed," he said quietly. "Because you believed in something.

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

They looked so dangerous, like alligators. Really fast alligators wearing black. Ninja alligators. I decided not to use that one on Megan.

Philosophy? What good is that?" Isn't it the art of saying nothing with as many words as possible?

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

You've got passion to kill but you need to find passion to live.

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 question is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.

Great , Elend thought. I've filled my inner council with a bunch of thrill-seeking masochists. Even worse, I've decided to join them.