Maybe you should spend a little less time with your thing and more with your gun.” “Now that sounded dirty.” “Good. I hate being crass by accident.
There aren’t any answers to be found. There are no good choices. Submissiveness to a tyrant or chaos and suffering.
Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination. Speak again the ancient oaths and return to men the Shards they once bore.
Some grow very attached to a modern diversion known as the ‘Crossword Puzzle.’ We’ve had several come here looking for answers. We have their souls now.
Imagine jumping off a high building into a sea of marshmallows, then reaching out with a million arms to touch the entire world, while realizing that every emotion you’ve ever had is connected to every other emotion, and they’re really one big emotion, like an emotion-whale that you can’t completely see because you’re up too close to notice anything other than a little bit of leathery emotion-whale skin. I.
As was often the case, the most outspoken man was the least discerning.
This was a kid who scheduled extra time in his day for sneezes when he had a cold.
She liked to consider herself a part of Elendel upper society, and she kind of was. In the same way that the blocks of granite that made up the steps to the governor’s mansion were a part of civic government.
We take to the skies, Stormblessed,” Lunamor said. “We will walk no more in coming days. This is the end.
The interesting thing about people is that while they might seem unique, they actually play into broad patterns. Historically, the working class has often been more resistant to change than the class oppressing them.
Love must be allowed to flow both ways – if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? Either way, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain – our own, or that of another.” He.
I’ve never understood one thing: Why do all these megalomaniac dictators, secret societies, mad scientists, and totalitarian aliens want to rule the world? I mean really? Don’t they know what a pain in the neck it is to be in charge? People are always making unreasonable demands of kings. “Please save us from the invading Vandal hoards! Please make sure we have proper sanitation to prevent the spread of disease! Please stop beheading your wives so often; it’s ruining the rugs!
I’VE seen Steelheart bleed. I’ve seen him scream. I’ve seen him burn. I’ve seen him die in an inferno, and I was the one who killed him. Yes, the hand that pushed the detonator was his own, but I don’t care – and have never cared – which hand actually took his life. I made it happen. I’ve got his skull to prove it.
Groovy? Is that some kind of code word?
You’re my pet Voidbringer, and no lies are going to change that. I got you captured. No stealing souls, now. We ain’t here for souls. Just a little thievery, the type what never hurt nobody.
If you knew the history of that flute, it would make your brain flip upside-down. And by that, I mean that I would shove you off the carriage for having spied on me.
When has any man ever been content with what he has? When has any tyrant said to himself, ‘This is enough’?
You will be surprised how much more profitable an independent man is than a slave who thinks of nothing more than his next meal.
Destroying the world. That’s no mean feat, if you think about it. I wonder if we should be impressed with ourselves.
You should never debate an idiot, Shallan. No more than you’d use your best sword to spread butter.