When I write my books, actually I’m known for very logical rule-based magic systems. I write with one foot in fantasy and one foot in science fiction.
BRANDON SANDERSONI loathe what you’ve done. What has happened to you?’ Test him!’ Rand whispered, voice dangerous. ‘Before condemning me, let us first determine if my sins have achieved anything beyond my own damnation.
More Brandon Sanderson Quotes
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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.
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Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.
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…somehow the old philosophers could make even the most salacious topics seem boring.
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Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it’s inconvenient for you.
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If men should read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek not to be bound by its chains.
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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.
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Elend: I kind of lost track of time… Breeze: For two hours? Elend: There were books involved.
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Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world. (p 2)
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Why do they call it research if I’ve only done it this one time?
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A thing of nature. For every Push, there is a Pull. A consequence.
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The best performances, are those that can be performed once.
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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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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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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.
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That’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion.
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