So,” Marasi said, “you traded a dead man’s scarf for another dead man’s gun. But…the gun itself belonged to someone dead, so by the same logic—” “Don’t try,” Waxillium said. “Logic doesn’t work on Wayne.” “I bought a ward against it off a traveling fortune-teller,” Wayne explained. “It lets me add two ’n’ two and get a pickle.

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

Every man is a hero of his own story.

I've always been very confident in my immaturity.

Must someone, some unseen thing, declare what is right for it to be right? I believe that my own morality - which answers only to my heart - is more sure and true than the morality of those who do right only because they fear retribution.

If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe.