It's easy to believe in something when you win all the time...The losses are what define a man's faith.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

So, using his pride like a shield against despair, dejection, and-most important— self-pity, Raoden raised his head to stare damnation in the eyes.

My name is Stephen Leeds, and I am perfectly sane. My hallucinations, however, are all quite mad.

It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didn't want to move around very much.

You see the dilemma?” Ham asked. “I see an idiot,” Breeze mumbled.

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.