That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.

What was that?" Galladon demanded. "I think I just destroyed the biology section" Raoden replied with wonder.

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.

I was ten,” I said. “Give me a little credit.” “To a boy with aspirations like that, I would extend my respect—but not credit. Or life insurance.” Abraham sounded amused. “You are an interesting man, David Charleston, but you sound like you were an even more interesting child.

Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.

What? Is that boy crazy?" "Most young men his age are somewhat crazy, I think," Sazed said with a smile. "However, this is hardly unexpected. Haven't you noticed how he stares at you when you enter a room?" "I thought he was just creepy.

I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.