Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Religions are promises--promises that there is something watching over us, guiding us.

I thought I knew you," she snapped. "I thought you were a good man, down deep" Cett shook his head. "The good men are all dead, Allrianne. They died inside that city.

That was one nice thing about books and notes. They could always wait for another time.

Oh! You'll find this amusing. I just translated the name of their ship. In their language, it roughly means, 'Big Enough to Kill You.'

Unapplied knowledge benefited no one.

Before we get to this, let me explain something about myself. I've been many things in my life. Student. Spy. Sacrifice. Potted plant. However, at this point, I'm something completely different from all of those—something more frightening than any of them. I'm a writer.

He doesn't know as much as he thinks," Preservation whispered. "That is his weakness. The . . . weakness . . . of all clever men

What you haven't realized before is that all libraries are far more dangerous than you've always assumed.

When good men disobeyed, it was time to look at your orders.

Your ego doesn't count as a separate individual, Shallan.

When you can't have both freedom and safety, boy, which do you choose?" Elend was silent. "I make my own choice," he finally said. "And I leave the others to make their own as well.

Tantrums are a noble and time-tested strategy,she said airily. Particularly if you have a good set of lungs and are facing down a crotchety old priest. I know Stewart; he always bends if you make enough noise.

For the greater good." "That has been the excuse of tyrants throughout all time.

The koloss he'd attacked did not rise. Its companions stood, looking unconcerned, though their eyes were focused on him. They seemed to want something. "He ate my horse," Elend said, saying the first thing that came to his clouded mind. The group of koloss nodded.

You're meant to be helping people.

Our weakness doesn't make us weak. Our weakness makes us strong, for we've had to carry it all these years.

We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep on turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns.

If you want to know a man, dig in his firepit...Basically, it meant that you could judge a lot about a man's life by what he thew away - or by what he was willing to burn in order to stay warm.

Journey Before Destination.

Humans have free will. Free will is the ability to make irrational decisions.

People are valuable, Mistress Vin, and so—therefore—are their beliefs.

that's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion? You have to shut out that voice that whispers about betrayal, and just hope that your friends aren't going to hurt you.

Act with honor, and honor will aid you.

So if Cobb wanted me to turn, I'd turn. I'd turn until my fingers bled—until I rubbed the flesh from my hands and withered away to a skeleton. A skeleton who could turn really, really well.