Not all librarians are evil cultists. Some librarians are instead vengeful undead who want to suck your soul.

‎"To Parlin's mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.

If I should die,” Dalinar said, “then I would do so having lived my life right. It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.” “The Codes?” “No. The Way of Kings.” “That storming book.

Your insult has offended me. If we were at the Peaks, we would have to duel in traditional alil'tiki'i fashion." "Which is what?" Teft asked. "With spears?" Rock laughed. "No, no. We upon the Peaks are not barbarians like you down here." "How then?" Kaladin asked, genuinely curious. "Well," Rock said, "is involving much mudbeer and singing." “How's that a duel?” "He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon' everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about." Teft laughed. "Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.

A person knows when they’re in darkness, even when they can’t see. -Nightblood

This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.

Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?