Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.
BRANDON SANDERSONSomebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.
BRANDON SANDERSONTrue 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 SANDERSONThis is going to take a while. I’m a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.
BRANDON SANDERSONDo not dash if you only have the strength to walk, and do not waste your time pushing on the walls that will not give. More importantly, don’t shove where a pat would be sufficient.
BRANDON SANDERSONThe motivations of men. They never make sense. And they always make sense.
BRANDON SANDERSONHow could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?
BRANDON SANDERSONWhat is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly…timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.
BRANDON SANDERSONWayne’s a little attached to that hat,” Waxillium said. “He thinks it’s lucky.” Wayne: “It is lucky. I ain’t never died while wearing that hat.” Marasi frowned. “I … I’m not sure I know how to respond.” Wax: “That’s a common reaction to Wayne.
BRANDON SANDERSONPersonally, I like it much better when someone else does the decision making. That way you have legitimate grounds to whine and complain.
BRANDON SANDERSONHow do you do that?” Mennis asked, frowning. “What?” “Smile so much.” “Oh, I’m just a happy person.
BRANDON SANDERSONI need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.
BRANDON SANDERSONWell Vin says that there’s something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn’t have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color.
BRANDON SANDERSONCan a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?
BRANDON SANDERSONBut 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 SANDERSONRaoden turned to regard the large Dula. “What does it matter? It’s not like we have anything pressing to do. It’s actually quite pleasant up here-you should just sit back and enjoy it.”
BRANDON SANDERSONTo lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.
BRANDON SANDERSON