You could be writing the book that changes your life.

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

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

...A man can only stumble for so long before he either falls or stands up straight.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

Well Vin says that there's something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn't have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color. Think of the possibilities--if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red--you'd always be thinking, 'Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.

It's like a banana farm for guns!