Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Si quieres crear héroes, no les des algo por lo que luchar. Dales a alguien por quien luchar.

Fair enough. Number two: Ask a woman how much she weighs. Then lift her. She'll have increased in weight. Feruchemists, every one.

Keeping him in here is like snuggling up to a bomb, content that it's not going to explode simply because you can still hear it ticking.

Power is an illusion of perception." Shallan frowned. "Don't mistake me," Jasnah continued. "Some kinds of power are real—power to command armies, power to Soulcast. These come into play far less often than you would think. On an individual basis, in most interactions, this thing we call power—authority—exists only as it is perceived.

Just an idle comment, nothing more...My comments are often idle. I never can get them to do any solid work.

Wayne was awakened quite rough-like, in a manner unbefitting his grand dreams, in which he was king of the dogs. Had a crown shaped like a bowl and everything. He blinked his eyes, feeling nice and warm, and got hit with a blast of air. Drowsy, he remembered he was flying in some kind of rusting airship with a fellow what had no face. And that was almost as good as that dog thing.

He moved like some ancient god of lore, presiding over a battlefield of miniature mortals who couldn't see him, but certainly felt his almighty hand. Except, if Dennison was a god, his specialty certainly wasn't war.

There were other proofs to connect Alendi to the Hero of Ages. Smaller things, things that only one trained in the lore of the Anticipation would have noticed. The birthmark on his arm. The way his hair turned gray when he was barely twenty and five years of age. The way he spoke, the way he treated people, the way he ruled. He simply seemed to fit.

Cats don't stop hunting because they're full, Tress. They're like people in that regard.

She's right. What do I owe him? The answer came immediately. I love him.

My life wasn't just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics. Permanently.

Hello! Would you like to shake meat-appendages?

You told me it would get worse." "It will," Wit said, "but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: You will be warm again.

Most people are surprised to hear how they really sound, as the American media uses the call of the red-tailed hawk when showing an eagle. They don't think the eagle sounds regal enough. And so we lie to ourselves about the very identity of our national icon . . .

Assassinating the Lord Ruler?" Wax asked. "Isn't that a little violent for a children's book?" "Mate," Wayne said, "it ain't violence if it's religion. Don't you know anythin'?

And now here he was. At the end of it all. Understanding so much more, but somehow feeling no wiser.

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." I

You don't have the luxury of being bad at this. Don't complain. Change.

He had a lump of crusty earwax for a heart.

Well, little in life is absolutely certain

So, we came all this way," Wyndle said, "and tracked the most dangerous man we've ever met, merely so you could steal his breakfast.

You remember, you once told me somethin' that made me see the world in an entirely new way." "And that was?" Tress asked. "Here, try on these spectacles.

People in a group each pretend to be someone different, and tell a story together.

Yes, he was the one who fueled the rumors after that. I could never have done what he himself did, convincing and persuading the world that he was indeed the Hero. I don't know if he himself believed it, but he made others think that he must be the one.