I'm Galladon, from the sovereign realm of Duladel. I'm most recently from Elantris, land of sludge, insanity, and eternal perdition. Nice to meet you.
When men fought, they connected. You became brothers as you traded blows.
Act with honor, and Honor will aid you
There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives." "And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives?" "That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing.
Nothing will train you to write better as a writer, than working on your next book.
Authority doesn't come from a rank.," Kaladin said, fingering the spheres in his pocket. "Where does it come from?" "From the men who give it to you. That's the only way to get it.
Spook: No, I'm not troubled. In fact, I actually think everything is going to be all right. Finally.
My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm quite prone to such bouts of deplorability--take for instance, my fondness for reading books at the dinner table.
Spook smiled. "Elend is a forgetful scholar - twice as bad as Sazed ever was. He gets lost in his books and forgets about meeting he himself called. He only dresses with any sense of fashion because a Terriswoman bought him a new wardrobe. War has change him some, but on the inside, I think he's still just a dreamer caught in a world with too much violence.
Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.
I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am the end.
There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.
I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
The ways of Wayne are mysterious and incomprehensible.
Every man is a hero of his own story.
I like words. And I always learn a few new ones when Father gets angry. I shouldn't neglect my education, now should I?
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? 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
Using a fetching face to make men do as you wish is no different from a man using muscle to force a woman to his will. Both are base, and both will fail a person as they age.
Be warned - Hammond does tend to be a bit optimistic about these kind of things. If the army were made up of one-legged mutes, he would praise their balance and their listening skills.
Can you feel it? Something just changed. I believe that’s the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.
War is far worse. At least where politics is going on, there are usually nice hors d’oeuvres.
You said their prayer - is this the religion you believe in, then?" "I believe in them all." Vin frowned. "None of them contradict each other?" Sazed smiled. "Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all.
Well, then," he said. "Let's do it." "What?" Vin asked. "Save the world." Elend said. "Stop the ash.
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.
If you were the wall, what would you rather be? Dreary and dull, or alive with paint?" "Walls can't think!" "That doesn't stop them from caring.
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