But I’d like you however you were, Vin. I love you. The question is, how do you like yourself?
You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes.” “Really awesome pancakes.
I made this decision years ago, son. We have to fight the battles we have a chance of winning.
He could accept people with failings – even forgive them – but if he glossed over the problems, then they would never change.
That had never made sense to Kaladin. The Almighty was supposed to be able to see all and know all. So why did he need a prayer to be burned before he would do anything? Why did he need people to fight for him in the first place?
You can be moral without following the law, and you can be immoral while following the law.
If we do nothing with the knowledge we gain, then we have wasted our study.
I’m pretty good at being me,” I said. “I’ve had all these years to practice – I hardly ever get it wrong these days.
What would it be like if every nation – from the isles in the South to the Terris hills in the North – were united under a single government? What wonders could be achieved, what progress could be made, if mankind were to permanently set aside its squabblings and join together? It is too much, I suppose, to even hope for. A single, unified empire of man? It could never happen.
He had failed. No, his faith had failed him. Nothing was left to him. It was all. Just. Gone.
What have I become?” “A whiner,” Lift said, puffing. “Nonsense.” “So you were always one of those, then?
She didn’t know if she was speaking to Grandmother or the God Beyond. So often, they were the same in her mind. Had she ever realized that before?
Shallan had found that no matter how bad things got, someone would be making tea.
Sometimes, people just have to die.
Never trust a man who tells you good news, Reen had always said. It’s the oldest, but easiest, way to con someone.
That girl never did have the decency to be wrong an appropriate amount of the time.
Yes. You read that right. Evil Librarians control the world. They keep everyone in ignorance, teaching them falsehoods in place of history, geography, and politics. It’s kind of a joke to them. Why else do you think the Librarians named themselves what they did? Librarians. LIE-brarians. Sounds obvious now, doesn’t it? If you wish to smack yourself in the forehead and curse loudly, you may proceed to do so. I can wait.
If you can’t arrive early, at least arrive before you’re late.
I underclock conversations. If I focus my full efforts, it takes you several minutes in relative time to speak a single syllable.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going mad. Perhaps it is due to the pressure of knowing that I must somehow bear the burden of an entire world. Perhaps it is caused by the death I have seen, the friends I have lost. The friends I have been forced to kill.