Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

How much of what you've done was about love, and how much was about proving something?

For a second," Megan added, "I thought you were going to be forced into the bathroom there with me. Too bad. It would have been amusing to watch you squirm.

Harmony protect us from small-minded men with too much power.

Never underestimate the simple intimidating force of a man who won't back down.

in case Wayne failed." "Which never happens." Wayne grinned and took a bite of his apple, hopping off his steps to walk beside Waxillium. "Except that one time. And that other one time. But those don't matter, onnacount of my getting hit to the head enough times that I can't remember them.

Ravens and crows. Rats Mists and clouds. Insects and corruption. Strange events and odd occurrences. The ordinary twisted and strange. Wonders! The dead are beginning to walk and some see them. Others do not, but more and more, we all fear the night. These have been our days. They rain upon us beneath a dead sky, crushing us with their fury, until as one we beg: "Let it begin!" -Journal of the Unknown Scholar, entry for The Feast of Freia, 1000 NE

The answer, then, wasn't to stop judging. It was to hold those judgments as mutable.

If you want to create heroes, don't give them something to fight for. Give them someone to fight for.

It was a fun job, wasn't it? When you remember me, please remember that.

Well, that was fun," Grandpa said as he climbed to his feet. "Anyone dead?" "Does my pride count?" Draulin asked, dusting herself off. "I don't think so," Grandpa said. "I killed that years ago. Dif, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but shoving my grandson out of planes is usually my job. So next time, kindly refrain until I give the word." "Sorry, sir," Dif said, looking abashed.

I wasn't sure what Sun Tzu or Beowulf would say about flirting with cute guys. Maybe share the skulls of your enemies with them, as a gesture of affection?

We are propping up a government that has overreached its bounds in the name of public safety," FM said. "The people must speak up and rise against the upper class who holds them enslaved!

The comment quieted the room, like a sudden shout of "Who wants extra bacon?" at a bar mitzvah.

Dadas dos obras de majestuosidad artística, sopesadas por igual, daremos más valor a quien la hizo primero. No importa lo que crees. Importa que crees antes que nadie.

cooking was an art—and art was subjective. One man could love an ice sculpture while another thought it boring. It was the same with food and drink. It did not make the food broken, or the person broken, to not be liked.

A good fight was about momentum . Don't stop. Don't think. Drive forward and convince your enemies that they're as good as dead already. That way, they'll fight you less as you send them to their pyres.

but to live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain—leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

A rifle is elegant. It's an extension of your will. Take aim, squeeze the trigger, make things happen. In the hands of an expert with stillness inside of him, there's nothing more deadly than a good rifle.

The longer you live, the more you fail. Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I've practiced.

Progress is learning to control your world.

Sparks. Good metaphor. Walking on crumpled tinfoil. I'd have to remember that one.

When you can't have both freedom and safety, boy, which do you choose?

Like a rockbud, humans were. Soft at first, but capable of gripping onto the stone and growing into something practically immovable.

Our weakness makes us strong. For we had to carry it all these years.