My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?

There's always another secret.' -Kelsier

If we must put our head into the lion’s mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!

It's like a banana farm for guns!

Have you finally grown so jealous of my impeccable fashion sense that you've decided to have me disposed of?

He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece. True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.

Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?