Raoden turned to regard the large Dula. “What does it matter? It’s not like we have anything pressing to do. It’s actually quite pleasant up here-you should just sit back and enjoy it.”
BRANDON SANDERSONRaoden turned to regard the large Dula. “What does it matter? It’s not like we have anything pressing to do. It’s actually quite pleasant up here-you should just sit back and enjoy it.”
BRANDON SANDERSONHow do you do that?” Mennis asked, frowning. “What?” “Smile so much.” “Oh, I’m just a happy person.
BRANDON SANDERSONSometimes, son,” my father said, prying my fingers free, “you have to help the heroes along.
BRANDON SANDERSONThat’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.
BRANDON SANDERSONThat hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.
BRANDON SANDERSONWe 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.
BRANDON SANDERSONYou said their prayer – is this the religion you believe in, then?” “I believe in them all.” Vin frowned. “None of them contradict each other?” Sazed smiled. “Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all.
BRANDON SANDERSONWhat did you put in the fire?” Kaladin said. “To make that special smoke?” “Nothing. It was just and ordinary fire.” “But, I saw-” “What you saw belongs to you.
BRANDON SANDERSONWaxillium glanced at him. “That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said in the pretzel-guy accent, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.
BRANDON SANDERSONWar has change him some, but on the inside, I think he’s still just a dreamer caught in a world with too much violence.
BRANDON SANDERSONNow, I had been frightened on several different occasions in my life. The most frightening of these involved an elevator and a mime.
BRANDON SANDERSON“Well,” Rock said, “is involving much mudbeer and singing.” “How’s that a duel?” “He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon’ everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about.” Teft laughed. “Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.
BRANDON SANDERSONIt is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of their books
BRANDON SANDERSONRemember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it’s never going to be perfect on your first pass.
BRANDON SANDERSONIf men should read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek not to be bound by its chains.
BRANDON SANDERSONThough most expect young men to be fools, I’ve noticed that just a little bit of age can make a man far more foolish than he was as a child.
BRANDON SANDERSON