Wasing not of wasing is”, Quentin added.
His brother, dead. His wife, dead. Family, friends, and heroes. All dead. You push me to seek revenge? he thought. Well, you shall have it!
You’re the greatest at relationships there ever was. You ruined only the wrong ones, you see.
As soon as one revolution achieves its goal, another will begin to scheme.
Frailty, thy name is Alcatraz.
Why do they treat us so, Moash? Because they know they should be better than they are. Because they see discipline in bridgemen, and it embarrasses them. Rather than bettering themselves, they take the easier road of jeering at us.
Art is not art if it has a function.
How about this?” the Drifter said. “We’ll have an insult battle.
I am a stick,′ he said. He sounded satisfied.
I’m not the Ascendant Warior, Wayne,′ she said. ‘And I don’t particularly care to be. I don’t want someone I have to convince, someone I have to rope into submission. That sort of thing is for the courtroom, not the bedroom.
Honor is dead,” a voice whispered from beside him.
I saw it in his eyes, first. That hunger, that fire. And then I found it in myself. He’s a flame, Waxillium is, and fire can be shared. When I’m out here, when I’m with him, I burn, Marasi. It’s wonderful.
You know, Ham,” Breeze noted. “The only funny thing about your jokes is how often they lack any humor whatsoever.” “You’re only saying that because they usually involve you in the punch line.” Breeze rolled his eyes.
In my painful experience, the truth may be simple, but it is rarely easy.
If I am to become a delicate cloud upon the sky, I must first convince the ground that I am not abandoning her. Like a worried lover, sure, she must be comforted and reassured that I will return following my dramatic and regal ascent to the sky.
Pride doesn’t win battles.
That’s Australia. She’s not dim-witted, she just has trouble remembering to be smart.
Either way, we had him to thank for a world without flowers, where plants grew brown rather than green, and where people could survive in an environment where ash fell from the sky on a regular basis.
I’m always truthful as well. So full of truth, in fact, that sometimes it squeezes the lies right out my lips. There isn’t a place for them inside, you see.
What is happening? The king put Dalinar’s heir in here?” “The king didn’t have anything to do with it,” the jailer said. “Brightlord Adolin insisted. So long as you were in here, he wouldn’t leave. We tried to stop him, but the man’s a prince. We can’t storming make him do anything, not even leave. He locked himself away in the cell and we just had to live with it.” Impossible.