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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.
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Dark Hustle Long
So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
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Dark Evil Librarian
If I should die,” Dalinar said, “then I would do so having lived my life right. It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.” “The Codes?” “No. The Way of Kings.” “That storming book.
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Book Kings Matter
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.
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Eye Men Storm
Attacking a provincial lord in his manor house, surrounded by guards…Honestly, Kell, I’d nearly forgotten how foolhardy you can be. “Foolhardy?” Kelsier asked with a laugh. “that wasn’t foolhardy – that was just a small diversion. You should see some of the things
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House Laughing Years
It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.
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Happens Trouble Wayne
I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you’re not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book.
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Action Book Careful Tired Trying
The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.
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Giving Purpose Thinking
Vin: I don’t know — and it’s all your fault, you know. I used to understand everything. Now it’s all confused. Kelsier: Yes, we’ve messed you up right properly.
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Confused Faults Knows
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.
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About Look Monotonous Possiblities River Think
Yet, upon closer examination he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.
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Created Purpose Same
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.
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Decent Insult Men Mines
Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn’t led you better.
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Better Roadway Wondering
Every man is a hero of his own story.
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Hero Men Stories
There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.
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Ending Time Wheels
Her aunt Sol had once told Shai to smile at the worst insults and snap at the minor ones. That way, no man would know your heart.
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Aunt Heart Men

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