Are you going to play music for me?” “No. You wouldn’t appreciate it.” “Then why are you here?” “I like visiting people in prison. I can say whatever I want to them, and they can’t do anything about it.” He looked up at Kaladin, then rested his hands on his instrument, smiling. “I’ve come for a story.” “What story?” “The one you’re going to tell me.” “Bah,” Kaladin said, lying back down on his bench.
Was there no hope for men? They killed those they should have loved. What good was it to fight, what good was it to win, if there was no difference between ally and enemy? What was victory? Meaningless.
Ah, gancho,′ Lopen said. ‘No flying or walking on walls? I need to impress the women. I do not think sticking rocks to walls will be enough.
Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.
Don’t you see? Hope is a good thing – a wonderful thing – but you must have hope in something appropriate. If you perpetuate the dreams of the past, then you stifle your own dreams of the future.
Need. That word had strange effects on men. Some ran when you used it. Others grew nervous.
And so, untold millions screamed out in pain, and then were suddenly silenced. I hope you’re happy.
You cannot have my pain.
Like it or not, you are a part of the workings of this kingdom – and you produce effects even if you stay in bed. If you do nothing, then the problems are as much your fault as if you had instigated them.
Wondering where the Mokians get all those shark teeth? Well it involves using children who read the last pages of books first as bait.
The empire simply was. The people suffered its rule because they were comfortable with its little tyrannies. Corruption was inevitable. You lived with it. It was either that or accept the chaos of the unknown.
Above silence, the illuminating storms – dying storms – illuminate the silence above.
Ah, Ham, Kelsier thought. I wish I could explain everything to you. Plots behind plots, plans beyond plans. There was always another secret.
Respect the people you lie to, Tao had taught her. Steal from them long enough, and you will begin to understand them.
This is nice. Very roomy for a shack on a mountainside in the middle of a deadly jungle on an isolated island surrounded by monsters.
Where once kings and warriors shaped the world, now quiet men in offices will do the same – and do it far, far more effectively.
What was the point of a little voice? Weren’t voices for being heard?
The only way to create something that nobody hates is to ensure that it can’t be loved either. Remove enough spice from soup, and you’ll jsut end with water.
I cannot judge the worth of a life. I would not dare to attempt it.
Every scholar knew that one of the greatest dangers in research was the desire to find a specific answer.