The problem with being clever, Serene thought with a sigh, is that everyone assumes you're always planning something.

When men fought, they connected. You became brothers as you traded blows.

Well, then," he said. "Let's do it." "What?" Vin asked. "Save the world." Elend said. "Stop the ash.

It's all right Wayne," Waxillium said softly. "I've made a promise. I told Lord Harms I'd return Steris to him. And I will. That is that." "Then I will remain and help," Marasi said. "That is that." "And I could really use some food," Wayne added. "Fat is fat.

My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?

There has to be a balance, Vin," Elend said. "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be." He sighed. "But for now," he said, nodding to the side, "we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.

And Vin liked solitude. When you're alone, no one can betray you