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I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.

Brandon Sanderson

This is going to take a while. I’m a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Brevity Fantasy Trouble
Think of the possibilities–if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red–you’d always be thinking, ‘Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.
BRANDON SANDERSON

About Look Monotonous Possiblities River Think
The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. ‘Start reaching for that sword when you’re startled,’ he said. ‘There’s little reason to grab your shirt, unless you’re planning to rip it off.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Doors Hands Rip
People can do great things. However, there are somethings they just can’t do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Instance Lessons Sometimes Thinking Years
My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?
BRANDON SANDERSON

Existence Trying Use
I point out truths when I see them, Brightlord Sadeas. Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Decent Insult Men Mines
To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain–leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.
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Heart Life Person Roots Uncertain
You see the dilemma?” Ham asked. “I see an idiot,” Breeze mumbled.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Breeze Ham Idiot
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 SANDERSON

Actually Clouds Matter Plesant Quite
Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?
BRANDON SANDERSON

Cities Possession Walks
I killed you once”, the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. “You tried”, Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. “But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you’ve never been able to kill no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Squares Tyrants Voice
Everyone gets scared, Princess. Even brave men sometimes run the first time they see battle. In armies, that’s why there’s so much training. The ones who hold aren’t the courageous ones, they’re the well-trained ones. We have instincts like any other animal.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Army Princess Running
Elantris, where he could live in bliss, rule in wisdom, and be worshiped for eternity. Eternity ended ten years ago.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Ago Eternity Worshipped Years
[Omin] …All things must progress, and progression is not always a steady incline. Sometimes we must fall, sometimes we will rise – some must be hurt while others have fortune, for that is the only way we can learn to rely on one another.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Blessed Children Hurt
I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Brain Needs Thinking
It’s not imitating anything; it has become a better version of itself.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Better Imitating Versions
It sounds to me, young one,” Haddek said, “that you are searching for something that cannot be found.” “The truth?” Sazed said. “No,” Haddek replied. “A religion that requires no faith of its believers.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Found Said Searching Something Sound
It’s all right Wayne,” Waxillium said softly. “I’ve made a promise. I told Lord Harms I’d return Steris to him. And I will. That is that.” “Then I will remain and help,” Marasi said. “That is that.” “And I could really use some food,” Wayne added. “Fat is fat.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Promise Return Use
I Write those words in steel for anything else not set in metal cannot be trusted
BRANDON SANDERSON

Metal Steel Writing
One can have a wit, but not a witless
BRANDON SANDERSON

People Wit Witness
So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Dark Evil Librarian
How could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?
BRANDON SANDERSON

Carefully Occur Present Day
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.
BRANDON SANDERSON

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

Confused Innovation Unfortunate
The look of disbelief that ran across the boy’s face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Ago Boys Expectations Long
But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you’ve never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Matter Trying Tyrants
War 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 SANDERSON

Caught Dreamer Violence War

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