Standing out like a punk guitarist in a mariachi band.
Vin closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth of being held. And realized that was all she had ever really wanted.
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.
So if Cobb wanted me to turn, I’d turn. I’d turn until my fingers bled – until I rubbed the flesh from my hands and withered away to a skeleton. A skeleton who could turn really, really well.
I don’t hate you, Pattern,” Shallan said. “I hate the sword.” “But – ” “The sword isn’t you. The sword is me, my father, the life we led, and the way it got twisted all about.
So, you’re worried about what?” M-Bot said. “That your shadow might take your place?” “No,” I whispered. “I worry that I’m already the shadow.
Nedd,” she said, “stupid is stupid.” “No it’s not. You’re talking to an expert.
Failure is refusing to fight. Failure is remaining quiet and hoping someone else will fix the problem.
Never go on a date unarmed.” Words of wisdom from my father. Well, my foster father. I was an orphan, of course. The best kings always are.
She no longer fought out of fear for the man she loved. Instead, she fought with an understanding. She was a knife – Elend’s knife, the Final Empire’s knife.
Leniency and mercy. Men set free despite crimes, because they were good fathers, or well liked in the community, or in the favor of someone important. “Some of those who are set free change their lives and go on to produce for society. Others recidivate and create great tragedies. The thing is, Szeth son Neturo, we humans are terrible at spotting which will be which. The purpose of the law is so we do not have to choose. So our native sentimentality will not harm us.
In Kaladin’s eyes, there was no sin greater than the betrayal of one’s allies in battle. Except, perhaps, for the betrayal of one’s own men – of murdering them after they risked their lives to protect you.
Enforcement had done its best to kill me on several occasions. You didn’t just get over something like that. In fact, they had killed Megan. She’d recovered. Mostly.
So it’s our fault.” “Yes. Like everything else. War. Famine. Bad hair.” “Wait. Bad hair?” Shallan blew a lock of it out of her eyes. “Loud. Stubborn. Oblivious to our attempts to fix it. The Almighty gave us messy hair to prepare us for living with men.
Not that there’s anything wrong with humans. I find their frail, emotionally unstable, irrational natures quite endearing.
What you haven’t realized before is that all libraries are far more dangerous than you’ve always assumed.
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.
You realize he’s claiming to have been in the Olympics, she sent. But a leprechaun stole his medal.
She wore trousers, because skirts were stupid, and boots, ’cuz stuff needed to be kicked.
I’m an expert on one-armed Herdazian jokes. ‘Lopen,’ my mother always says, ’you must learn these to laugh before others do. Then you steal the laughter from them, and have it all for yourself.