Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Above silence, the illuminating storms—dying storms—illuminate the silence above.

It was a boat. Of course, the common word "boat" didn't do the thing justice. Wayne stared at the massive construction, searching for a better description. One that would capture the majesty, the incredible scale, of the thing he was seeing. "That's a damn big boat," he finally whispered.

You could even scan to the end and read the last page. Know that by doing so, however, you would violate every holy and honorable story-telling principle known to man, thereby throwing the universe into chaos and causing grief to untold millions.

Plus, you've managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That's kind of like a homicidal hat trick.

a terrible idea executed brilliantly has to be better than a brilliant idea executed terribly. I mean, look at pelicans.

In her business, there were many who laughed at honest men, calling them easy pickings. That was a fallacy. Being honest did not make one naive. A dishonest fool and an honest fool were equally easy to scam; you just went about it in different ways. However, a man who was honest and clever was always, always more difficult to scam than someone who was both dishonest and clever.

Since nothing I can say would be able to pierce your delusions, let the fact that I make no arguments stand as ultimate proof that I am right. As Plato once said that his friend Socrates once said, "I know that I'm right because I'm the only person humble enough to admit that I'm not." Or something like that. I

It's nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option," Raoden said dryly.

What does she look like?" "Glasses," I said. "Snobbish face. Usually has her hair in a bun." "The glasses," Grandpa Smedry said slowly. "Did they have… horn rims?" "Usually." "Hyperventilating Hobbs!" he exclaimed. "A Librarian! Quickly, lad, we have to go! Get dressed; I'll go steal some food from your foster parents!

Some people charged toward the goal, running for all they had. Others stumbled. But it wasn't the speed that mattered. It was the direction they were going.

Can you beat them on your own? Marasi half whispered, half mouthed at Wayne. He grinned and mouthed back, Does a guy wif no hands got itchy balls?

I've never understood one thing: Why do all these megalomaniac dictators, secret societies, mad scientists, and totalitarian aliens want to rule the world? I mean really? Don't they know what a pain in the neck it is to be in charge? People are always making unreasonable demands of kings. "Please save us from the invading Vandal hoards! Please make sure we have proper sanitation to prevent the spread of disease! Please stop beheading your wives so often; it's ruining the rugs!

If we let it, memory can make shadows of the now, as nothing can match the buttressed legends of our past.

Enjoying danger sounds like an evolutionary problem," M-Bot said. "Shouldn't you find things fun when they're safe?" "Who knows?" I said. "I don't think evolution was trying to create me. I just kind of happened.

Some men were blind, others had poor tempers. Still others heard voices. It was all the same, in the end. A man was defined not by his flaws, but by how he overcame them.

Bastille has a talent for killing conversations. Basically, Bastille has a talent for killing anything.

Three chapters is an awfully long time in book terms. You see, time moves differently in novels. The author could, for instance, say, "And I spent fourteen years in prison, where I obtained the learning of a gentleman and discovered the location of a buried treasure." Now

I'VE seen Steelheart bleed. I've seen him scream. I've seen him burn. I've seen him die in an inferno, and I was the one who killed him. Yes, the hand that pushed the detonator was his own, but I don't care—and have never cared—which hand actually took his life. I made it happen. I've got his skull to prove it.

Shallan sat down on the plush, white bed, and sank almost down to her neck. What had they made the thing out of? Air and wishes? It felt luxurious.

The only way to create something that nobody hates is to ensure that it can't be loved either. Remove enough spice from soup and you'll just end up with water.

One can cut the body, and it will heal—but do it over and over again in the same spot, and you will scar.

A little? Adolin dear, I'm a little weird. This place is downright bizarre!

You can't put a price on a person's life," Kaladin

Dalinar tried to stand, straight-backed and at atention, beneath the weight of it all. Unfortunately, he knew too well that if you locked your knees and stood too straight, you risked fainting. Why was it that trying to stand tall should make you so much more likely to fall?