In the end, they will kill us, but first, they shall fear us!
The problem with people was that everyone saw other nations from far away. Saw them as big mountainous blobs. Foreigners. Strange. Got it. Up close, it was hard to see people that way. Each was so distinctive.
I’m not strong enough,” Kaladin whispered. “You’re strong enough for me.” “I’m not good enough.” “You’re good enough for me.” “I wasn’t there.” Tien smiled. “You are here for me, Kal. You’re here for all of us.
Storms. Was that how close they’d come? “Cutting it a little tight, don’t you think, son?” “A surgeon must be timely and precise.” “This is timely?” Lirin said. “Well, you do hate it when people waste time,” Kaladin said, grinning.
You don’t get to choose to be free, Venli. Just which master to follow.
They’re trying to be good. But they’re, you know, Alethi. Conquering folks is basically their primary cultural heritage.
We were an audience watching a duet. A duet in which the violinists tried to ram their violins down each other’s throats.
We must go. Leave the Smedrys to do what they do best.” “Save the world?” Grandpa asked. “Get into trouble?” Kaz asked. “Run around screaming?” I asked.
Colliding Kowals!” he yelled at us. “What took you so long? Get in, get in! Oh, and by the way, Shasta, I’m giving this penguin to you!” “Giving it to me?” she shouted up at him as we reached the base of the penguin. “Why in the world would you do that?” “Because I promised my grandson we’d steal a ship to ride out,” Grandpa yelled back, “and we can’t very well do that if we own the blasted thing. So it’s yours. Incidentally, we’re stealing it. Onward!
Then we shall do an evaluation. Answer truthfully an do not exaggerate, as I will soon discover your lies. Feign no false modesty, either. I haven’t the patience for a simperer.
Jorgen didn’t say anything. He kept driving, wind blowing in his too-neat, too-perfect hair.
In fact, you shouldn’t enjoy art. You should simply admit that it exists, then move on. Anything else is patronizing.
The pain of loss was still there. It never went away. It just got buried in time, like a rock slowly being covered over by dirt.
Butt eet kan bee dun.
I can both talk to her and bother you!” M-Bot called. “Multitasking is an essential means by which an artificial intelligence achieves more efficiency than fleshy human brains.
Plus she was tall, and tall women were best.
So I saluted. “Can I return to my classes now, sir?” A blush rose to her cheeks. “You’re a coward. From a family of cowards.
That’s the credit she had given to religion: lies that made people feel better.
I can see that the variety of humankind is what gives you strength. Your ability to change your minds, to go against what you once thought, can be a great advantage.
I know the second oath I am to make. I don’t need to be told it. I will unite instead of divide, Stormfather. I will bring men together.