I don't have much time for stories," Vin said. "Seems that fewer and fewer people do, these days." A canopy kept off the ash, but he seemed unconcerned about the mists. "It makes me wonder what is so alluring about the real world that gives them all such a fetish for it. It's not a very nice place these days.

Welcome, Ruin said, to godhood.

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one's body against oneself.

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

I strive for nothing if not consistency

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.

I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.