True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.
BRANDON SANDERSONWelcome, Ruin said, to godhood.
More Brandon Sanderson Quotes
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Galladon paused for a moment, then laughed. “Does nothing frighten you, sule?” “Actually, pretty much everything here does.
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I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
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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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People see in stories what they’re looking for, my young friend.
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I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.
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The finest defense of character is correct action. Acquaint yourself with virtue, and you can expect proper treatment from those around you.
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My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?
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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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You people are all insane. How I ended up with you, I’ll never know.” Breeze laughed. “Now, that’s a lie, Cett. You know exactly how you ended up joining with us. We threatened to kill you if you didn’t!
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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.
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That’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion.
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All right,” Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. “Let’s just rub this into your clothing and on your face….” Breeze froze. “I’ll meet you back ath the lair,” he finally said.
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Wayne: You wanna know why I really came to find you? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I thought of you happy in a comfy bed, resting and relaxing, spending the rest of your life sipping tea and reading papers while people bring you food and maids rub your toes and stuff.
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Authors also create lovable, friendly characters, then proceed to do terrible things to them, like throw them in unsightly librarian-controlled dungeons.
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I still doubt it will work.” “You’d doubt the sun’s rising if you weren’t proven wrong each day,” Raoden said with a smile.
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