“I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know hat I survived.”

Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?

Men had always told Kaladin that he fought like nobody else. He’d felt it on the first day he’d picked up a quarterstaff, though Tukks’s advice had helped him refine and channel what he could do.

I don’t have much time for stories,” Vin said. “Seems that fewer and fewer people do, these days.” A canopy kept off the ash, but he seemed unconcerned about the mists. “It makes me wonder what is so alluring about the real world that gives them all such a fetish for it. It’s not a very nice place these days.

A man was defined not by his flaws, but by how he overcame them.

There is no power on earth that can neutralize the influence of a high, simple and useful life.

We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.

Those books are invariably described as “important”- which in my experience, pretty much means that they’re boring. (words like meaningful and thoughtful are other good clues.)

Elend started. “Vin!” Then, he smiled. “What took you so long?” “I got delayed by an Inquistor and a dark god,” she said. “Now hustle.

A mate of mine has just told me he’s shagging his girlfriend and her twin, I said how can you tell them apart, he said “her brothers got a moustache!”

More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.

Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.

I might really have gone round the bend. I mean people who get visions and see a gigantic light descend on them from the sky can’t be all there but if so I feel mighty happy. If one is happy and cracked it’s much better than being unhappy and sane.

Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. He could call me arrogant. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies.

What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly…timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.

This makes readers feel hurt and worried for the characters. The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren’t the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.

In the end, I worry that my arrogance shall destroy us all.

As I lift up my eyes to Him and accept it as coming from the throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart.

Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

There’s a lot to do when you’re a kid – spiders to catch, girls to poke in the eye – stuff to be getting on with.

A comedy is just a tragedy interrupted, I once said. Do you finish with the kiss or when she opens her eyes to tell him she loves him and sees blonde hairs on his collar?

A girl becomes a wife with her eyes wide open. She knows that those sweetest words.

I dont know whether you’ve ever looked into a miner’s eyes for any length of time, that is. Because it is the loveliest blue you’ve ever seen.

Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to see it.

I think perhaps that’s why I live in Ibiza, because the blue of the Mediterranean, you see, reminds me of the blue of the eyes of those Doncaster miners.