It seems that the rebels found the chaos of transition more difficult to accept than the tyranny they had known before. They joyfully welcomed back authority-even oppressive authority-for it was less painful for them than uncertainty.

Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.

The hallmark of insecurity is bravado.

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

This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.

‎"To Parlin's mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.

Well, then," he said. "Let's do it." "What?" Vin asked. "Save the world." Elend said. "Stop the ash.