Brandon Sanderson

Don__ do anything stupid.""Don__ worry," I whispered over the line, "I__ an expert on stupid.""You__e...""Like, I can spot stupidity, because I know it so well. The way an exterminator knows bugs really well, and can spot where they__e been? I__ like that. A stupidinator.""Never say that word again," Prof said.

I'm convinced that responsibility is some kind of psychological disease.

Personally, I like it much better when someone else does the decision making. That way you have legitimate grounds to whine and complain. I tend to find both whining and complaining quite interesting and amusing, though sometimes--unfortunately--it's hard to choose which one of the two I want to do.Sigh. LIfe can be so tough sometimes.

It's beneficial to have a reputation for honesty, if only so that one could lie at crucial moments.

It's beneficial to have a reputation for honesty, if only so that one can lie at crucial moments.

That, after all, was his job. The title of emperor carried with it only a single duty.To make everything better.

...Regardless, I still do not believe that your duty is to do as the people wish. Your duty is to lead as best you can, following the dictates of your conscience. You must be true. Your Majesty, to the man you wish to become....

Kelsier exhaled in exasperation. __lend Venture? You risked your life__isked the plan, and our lives__or that fool of a boy?__in looked up, glaring at him. __es.___hat is wrong with you, girl?_ Kelsier asked. __lend Venture isn__ worth this.__he stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the _or. __e__ a good man!___e__ a nobleman!___o are you!_ Vin snapped. She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew. __hat do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table with your friends? That__ not the life of a skaa!__he took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. He blinked in surprise at the outburst.__hat do you know about them, Kelsier?_ she asked. __hen__ the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When__ the last time you had to lay awake at night, terri_d that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?__he fell silent, puf_g slightly, the crewmembers staring at her.__on__ talk to me about noblemen,_ Vin said. __nd don__ say things about people you don__ know. You__e no skaa_ you__e just noblemen without titles.__he turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising _sh of ashamed guilt.And, for once, found himself without anything to say.

Why hasn't anyone killed him yet?___umb luck,_ Wit said. __n that I__ lucky you__e all so dumb.

It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didn't want to move around very much.

They say they give their women more freedom, but there's still the impression that the freedom was theirs to 'give' in the first place.

Marsh: Our best efforts were never even a mild annoyance to the Lord Ruler."Kelsier: Ah, but being an annoyance is something that I am very good at. In fact, I'm far more than just a 'mild' annoyance--people tell me I can be downright frustrating. Might as well use this talent for the cause of good, eh?

For glory lit, and life alive, for goals unreached and aims to strive. All men must try, the wind did see. It is the test, it is the dream.

Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

My life wasn__ just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics.Permanently.

Breeze strolled over to the table and chose a seat with his characteristic decorum. The portly man raised his dueling cane, pointing it at Ham. 'I see that my period of intellectual respite has come to an end.'Ham smiled. 'I thought up a couple beastly questions while I was gone, and I've been saving them just for you, Breeze.''I'm dying of anticipation,' Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. 'Spook, drink.'Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine.'He's such a fine lad,' Breeze noted, accepting the drink. 'I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.'Spook frowned. 'Niceing the not on the playing without.''I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.'Kelsier rolled his eyes. 'Losing the stress on the nip,' he said. 'Notting without the needing of care.''Riding the rile of the rids to the right,' Spook said with a nod.'What are you two babbling about?' Breeze said testily.'Wasing the was of brightness,' Spook said. 'Nip the having of wishing of this.''Ever wasing the doing of this,' Kelsier agreed.'Ever wasing the wish of having the have,' Ham added with a smile. 'Brighting the wish of wasing the not.'Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. 'I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.'Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, 'Wasing not of wasing is.

I swear, my dear. Sometimes our conversations remind me of a broken sword."She raised an eyebrow."Sharp as hell," Lightsong said, "but lacking a point.

We're not moments, Megan, you and me. We're events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I'm sure not. We change, like swirling clouds around a rising sun.