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

Not all librarians are evil cultists. Some librarians are instead vengeful undead who want to suck your soul.

Being polite to a person is not a sign of respect for them. It is merely a sign of a good upbringing and a balanced nature.

Somehow, she had grown into a woman in between the fall of kings and collapse of worlds. Once she had been terrified of change. Then she had been terrified of losing Elend. Now her fears were more nebulous - worries of what would come after she was gone, worries of what would happen to the people of the empire if she failed.

Sing!" Grandpa Smedry yelled, his voice echoing down a hallway to the right."Sing!" If he breaks into song I think I might have to strangle myself... I thought, cringing.

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one's body against oneself.

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.