Brandon Sanderson

[Deserters], they've given up everything. Oaths. Families. When you desert, it breaks you. It leaves you willing to do anything, because you've already given away everything you could have cared about losing.

Humans don__ make sense.___f you__e only now learning that,_ Kaladin said, __hen you haven__ been paying attention.

We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite.

Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky."Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat." Marasi frowned. "I ... I'm not sure I know how to respond."Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne.

Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.

Nice work," he said.I grinned."You look like hell, though," he noted."I doubt hell has this much Kool-Aid," I replied.

Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it's inconvenient for you.

The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.

The only point in creating something is to watch it die. Like a story that must come to a climax, what I have done will not be fulfilled until the end has arrived.

My life to yours. My breath become yours.

My life to yours. My breath beecome yours.

Sometimes the prize is not worth the costs. The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.

Kelsier rapped lightly on the door, and Dockson strolled over, pulling it open."And he makes his stunning entry!" Kelsier announced, sweeping into the room, throwing back his mistcloak.Dockson snorted, shutting the doors. "You're truly a wonder to behold, Kell. Particularly the soot stains on your knees.

The Gottschalk was a fine weapon."You," I said to it, "are on probation. You'd better impress me."Great. Now I was talking to guns.

Clothing doesn't really change a man. But it changes how others react to him.

Tobias took the photograph. At least, that's what I saw. Most likely I still had the photograph in my hand, but I couldn't feel it there, now I perceived Tobias holding it. It's strange, the way the mind can change perception.

Shallan__ mental image of Jasnah Kholin was of someone almost divine. It was, upon reflection, an odd way to regard a determined atheist.

You don't really get to choose. We worship you, and that makes you our God.