The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.
Brandon SandersonExpectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.
Brandon SandersonIf you don't believe what I'm telling you, then ask yourself this: would any decent, kind-hearted individual become a writer? Of course not.
Brandon Sanderson