Quotes About Sanderson

It's actually a rather romantic and dramatic story --- one I would eagerly tell you, except for the fact that I recently forgot it, based on it being far too long and having not enough decapitations.

Someone once said that Sci Fi was the modern Western. What's my favorite? Well, anything that needs a misfit. I don't have a real favorite. My dream is to play something different.

When I was in the Army, I read a book by Adlai Stevenson. He said law was as noble as saving a person's life. So at one point, I felt that way too.

Elend smiled. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that you're unusual, Vin. You're like some strange mixture of a noblewoman, a street urchin, and a cat. Plus, you've mangaged - 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.

I write these words in steel, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted.

How . . ." Dalinar said. "You fell into a chasm!" "I fell face-first, sir," Kaladin said, "and fortunately, I'm particularly hard-headed.

Don't do anything stupid." "Don't worry," I whispered over the line, "I'm an expert on stupid." "You're..." "Like, I can spot stupidity, because I know it so well. The way an exterminator knows bugs really well, and can spot where they've been? I'm like that. A stupidinator." "Never say that word again," Prof said.

So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.

Shallan, weren't you supposed to be reading?" "I . . . had trouble concentrating." "So you came up on deck," Jasnah said, "to sketch pictures of young men working without their shirts on. You expected this to help your concentration?

I point out truths when I see them, Brightlord Sadeas. Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.

The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.

It's actually a rather romantic and dramatic story --- one I would eagerly tell you, except for the fact that I recently forgot it, based on it being far too long and having not enough decapitations.

Oh, storms yes! Everybody, give the Lopen your spheres! I have glowing that needs to be done.

You're an odd one, son." "The normal ones are dead in the chasms, sir.

My robotic ghost would haunt your fleshy one.

Alcatraz actually knows a person named Brandon Sanderson. That man, however, is a fantasy writer and is therefore prone to useless bouts of delusion in literary form.

You do not agree with my quest. I understand that, so much as it is possible to understand someone with whom I disagree so completely.

I probably shouldn't mock our family. House Davar is distinctive and enduring." Jushu raised his cup. Wikim nodded sharply. "Of course," she added, "the same could be said for a wart.

You have an odd sense of morality, mistress." "Don't be stupid," she said. "Every sense of morality is odd.

Journey before destination," Dalinar said. "It cannot be a journey if it doesn't have a beginning. " A thunderclap sounded in his mind. Suddenly, awareness poured back into him. The Stormfather, distant, feeling frightened-but also surprised. Dalinar? "I will take responsibility for what I have done." Dalinar whispered. "If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.

All right. Maybe I can get you one soul. Perhaps a tax collector...'cept they ain't human. Would they work? Or would you need, like, three of them to make up one normal person's soul? -Lift

What," Pattern said with a hum, "is a chaperone?" "That is someone who watches two young people when they are together, to make certain they don't do anything inappropriate." "Inappropriate?" Pattern said. "Such as...dividing by zero?

Besides—only people from Arelon are taken by the Shaod. It an take Teoish people, but only if they're living in Arelon at the time. Oh, and it takes the occasional Dula as well." "I hadn't noticed.

She was graceful—but it was the dexterous grace of a predator, not the deliberate grace of a courtly lady.