Have you finally grown so jealous of my impeccable fashion sense that you’ve decided to have me disposed of?
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More Brandon Sanderson Quotes
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One can have a wit, but not a witless
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…somehow the old philosophers could make even the most salacious topics seem boring.
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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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People can do great things. However, there are some things they just CAN’T do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort.
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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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That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.
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I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
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Raoden looked up at his friend. “We’re not dead, Galladon, and we’re not damned. We’re just unfinished.
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Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?
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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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Though 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.
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How do you ‘accidentally’ kill a noble man in his own mansion?” “With a knife in the chest. Or, rather, a pair of knives in the chest.
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So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
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Vin shook her head. “No, not me. I’m not a good person or a bad person. I’m just here to kill things.” OreSeur watched her for a moment, then settled back down. “Regardless,” he said, “you are not my worst master. That is, perhaps, a compliment among our people.
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They tried boiling books, but that didn’t work very well.” “I’m surprised they haven’t tried boiling one another.” “Oh, it’s been tried,” Galladon said. “Fortunately. something happens to us during the Shaod-apparently the flesh of a dead man doesn’t taste too good. Kolo?
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