Vin snorted, kneeling in the low tent as she pulled her belt tight; then she crawled over to him. "I don't know how you read while riding," she said. "Oh, it's quite easy - if you aren't afraid of horses." "I'm not afraid of them," Vin said. "They just don't like me. They know I can outrun them, and that makes them surly.

Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

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

It's a mystery," Vin said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. "We Mistborn are incredibly mysterious." Elend paused." Um...I'm Mistborn too, Vin. That doesn't make any sense." "We Mistborn need not make sense," Vin said." It's beneath us. Come on-the sun's already down. We need to get moving.

Though most expect young men to be fools, I've noticed that just a little bit of age can make a man far more foolish than he was as a child.

This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.

I love to do what I do. So, I do work long hours.