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”To Parlin’s mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.
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Men had always told Kaladin that he fought like nobody else. He’d felt it on the first day he’d picked up a quarterstaff, though Tukks’s advice had helped him refine and channel what he could do.
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Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty?
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I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
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It’s like a banana farm for guns!
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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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…somehow the old philosophers could make even the most salacious topics seem boring.
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So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
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Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.
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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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What? Is that boy crazy?” “Most young men his age are somewhat crazy, I think,” Sazed said with a smile. “However, this is hardly unexpected. Haven’t you noticed how he stares at you when you enter a room?” “I thought he was just creepy.
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What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly…timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.
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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.
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Yet she was beginning to think that she– along with others– had taken this belief too far, letting her desire to seem humble become a form of pride itself. She now saw that when her faith had become about clothing instead of people, it had taken a wrong turn.
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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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In fact, it’s so violently bitter that no one can keep it down.” “It’s nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option,” Raoden said dryly
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