My outlines are always very goal-based. What do I want to have happen by the ending and how can I earn that.

I'm Galladon, from the sovereign realm of Duladel. I'm most recently from Elantris, land of sludge, insanity, and eternal perdition. Nice to meet you.

You will find that hate can unify people more quickly and more fervently than devotion ever could.

I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am the end.

I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know hat I survived.

It is very important to be reading as well as writing. A doctor is not going to ignore new surgery practices.

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.