“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.”

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.)

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.

The man who spent his youth being shoved around, however … When that man gets a little power and authority, he often uses it to become a tyrant on par with the worst warlords in history.

That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

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.

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

A man can only lead when others accept him as their leader, and he has only as much authority as his subjects give to him. All of the brilliant ideas in the world cannot save your kingdom if no one will listen to them.

The motivations of men. They never make sense. And they always make sense.

When there is spirit and light, the dark forces of whatever is hidden and suppressed – like hatred and separation – become more powerful.

Powers that be can’t stay in control if you have everybody in love and in tune with each other and with the planet, and in tune with the electrons and the dark matter that’s moving at the speed of light.

Sometimes we smile at a child thats afraid of the dark.

Someone asked me…how it felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow-townsman of ours used to tell–Abraham Lincoln.

It’s everywhere, really. It’s between the galaxies. It is in this room.

Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow.

We believe that everywhere that you have space, empty space, that you cannot avoid having some of this dark energy.

Dark energy is incredibly strange, but actually it makes sense to me that it went unnoticed, because dark energy has no effect on daily life, or even inside our solar system.