Everything is a contest. All dealings among men are a contest in which some will succeed and others fail. And some are failing quite spectacularly.

I love to do what I do. So, I do work long hours.

Breeze turned to look out the window. "You were always the best of us, Sazed," he said quietly. "Because you believed in something.

I'm an amalgamation of what I've needed to be. Part scholar, part rebel, part nobleman, part Mistborn, and part soldier. Sometimes I don't even know myself. I had a devil of a time getting all those pieces to work together. And, just when I'm starting to get it figured out, the world up and ends on me.

Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.

The ways of Wayne are mysterious and incomprehensible.

She loved the teachings of the Five Visions. Humility. Sacrifice. Seeing another's problems before your own. 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.