Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Few men have the wisdom to realize when they need help. Fewer still have the strength to go get it.

Food?" he asked. "Is that your answer to every disagreement?" Eshonai asked, breaking her song. "It's hard to argue with your mouth full," Thude said.

Your hallucination... Yes? Your hallucination has hallucinations. Yes.

I trust you with their lives,' Prof said, still writing, 'and them with yours. Don't betray that trust, son. Keep your impulses in check. Don't just act because you can; act because it's the right thing to do. If you keep that in mind, you'll be all right.

You look just fine." "Ah, 'just fine.' Exactly what a woman loves to hear." "I'm sorry," he said. "I meant to say that you look like a barbarian who just finished killing her seventeenth rabid tiger to make a necklace out of their incisors.

I need you to stay behind as we go into those slums," Wayne said, determined to impress solemnity into his voice. "It's not that I don't want your help. I do. It's just going to be too dangerous for you. You need to stay where I know you're safe. No arguments. I'm sorry." "Wayne," Wax said, walking past. "Stop talking to your hat and get over here.

How did a man like you ever end up at a table of negotiation?" "I was trained by a surly Mistborn, a sarcastic Terrisman, and a group of disrespectful thieves," Elend said, sighing. "Plus, on top of that, I was a fairly insufferable person to begin with. But, kindly continue with your insult—I didn't mean to interrupt.

Humans don't have programming." "Yes you do. You have too much of it. Conflicting programs, none of it interfacing properly, all calling different functions at the same time—or the same function for contradictory reasons. Yet you ignore it sometimes. That is not a flaw. It is what makes you you.

Why do you care?" "Because someone has to.

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.

This is the Kitsen Unity Ship Swims Against the Current in a Stream Reflecting the Sun

You stopped for food on the way, Leyten," Sigzil said. "Even Rock beat your time, and he was skipping like a girl the last third." "Was Horneater dance of victory," Rock said from near Leyten. "Is very manly.

Live, David," he said softly. "Live your life." "I'm doing that," I grumbled. "No. You are letting Steelheart live your life for you. He controls it, each step of the way. Live your own life.

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.

Sometimes, a hypocrite is nothing more than a man who is in the process of changing.

Listen to the stars.

Perhaps I am an insensitive rich woman. That doesn't change the fact that you can be downright mean and offensive, Kaladin Stormblessed.

He clutched to these names, repeating each one in his head, holding them like precious gemstones. The names mattered. The men mattered. Perhaps Kaladin would die in the next bridge run, or perhaps he would break under the strain, and give Amaram one final victory. But as he settled down on the ground to plan, he felt that tiny warmth burning steadily within him. It was the warmth of decisions made and purpose seized. It was responsibility.

I'm not strong enough," Kaladin whispered. "You're strong enough for me." "I'm not good enough." "You're good enough for me." "I wasn't there." Tien smiled. "You are here for me, Kal. You're here for all of us.

It is strange," the man said. "People get such a small amount of time. So many I've known say it—as soon as you feel you're getting a handle on things, the day is done, the night falls, and the light goes out.

Sometimes it is very useful to have a reputation for being a reclusive, amoral jerk.

What is a government but an institutionalized method of making sure somebody else does all the work?

The world's gone mad: joining it is the only solution.

It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.