Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

How remarkable," [Wit] said. "If you spend your life knocking people down, you eventually find they won't stand up for you. There's poetry in that, don't you think, you storming personification of a cancerous anal discharge?

Look close at a given person, and you'd see their uniqueness—see that they didn't quite match whatever broad category you'd first put them in.

It was useful to have a reputation, so long as it didn't crush you.

Cities balanced on the edge of sustainability, always one step from starvation. When you pressed so many people together, their cultures, ideas, and stenches rubbed off on one another. The result wasn't civilization. It was contained chaos, pressurized, bottled up so it couldn't escape.

We know how to take an incredibly large task and break it down to manageable pieces, then deal with each of those pieces. We

How was I going to tell my boyfriend that half of me was now an interdimensional eldritch abomination from outside time and space? At the very least, was there maybe a less silly way of wording that?

That girl never did have the decency to be wrong an appropriate amount of the time.

They were people. They were all just… people. With strange carapaces or odd life cycles. They lived, and they loved.

You sent him to the sky to die, assassin," Kaladin said, Stormlight puffing from his lips, "but the sky and the winds are mine. I claim them, as I now claim your life.

El cuerpo necesita muchas comidas diferentes para mantenerse sano. Y la mente necesita muchas ideas distintas para mantenerse aguda.

That was a tall order for Ivy. Sarcasm was kind of her native tongue, though she was fluent in "stern disappointment" and "light condescension" as well. She was also a good friend. Well, imaginary friend.

Janala is a fool, just bright enough to be proud of the wits she has, but stupid enough to be unaware of how outmatched they are.

Your emotions are your own business.

Indeed, the path to a life without empathy is a long and painful one, full of bartered humanity sold at a steep discount.

Vin frowned. "You would gather stories about Kelsier?" "Of course," Sazed said. "I collect all religions." Vin snorted. "This is no religion we're talking about, Sazed. This is Kelsier." "I disagree. He is certainly a religious figure to the skaa." "But, we knew him," Vin said. "He was no prophet or god. He was just a man." "So many of them are, I think," Sazed said quietly.

They will try," Jasnah said, "to define you by something you are not. Don't let them. I can be a scholar, a woman, a historian, a Radiant. People will still try to classify me by the thing that makes me an outsider. They want, ironically, the thing I don't do or believe to be the prime marker of my identity. I have always rejected that, and will continue to do so.

It was too late to change one's aim when the hammer was already falling. But it wasn't too late to straighten his back.

There always seemed to be a reason Kaladin survived when those he'd tried to help died. Some men might have seen that as a blessing, but he saw it as an ironic kind of torment.

It's okay. I'm a rhinoceros astronaut.

it is human nature to believe that other places and other times are better than the here and now.

I can't let you make changes until I authenticate, sir," the man said in the neutral, patient voice of one accustomed to talking on the phone all day to people who deserved to be strangled.

All warfare is based on deception, Sun Tzu had said. When we are able to attack, we must seem unable. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.

Syl was silent for a moment. "Do you want to be a miracle?" "No," Kaladin whispered. "But for them, I will be.

Dime la verdad —pidió Adolin—. Júramelo, Kaladin. Dime que esta noche deberíamos dejarte solo. Quiero que me lo jures.