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

My job is not to save 'The Wheel of Time', to fix 'The Wheel of Time', or anything like that. My job is not to screw it up.

Elend: I kind of lost track of time… Breeze: For two hours? Elend: There were books involved.

The problem with being clever, Serene thought with a sigh, is that everyone assumes you're always planning something.

I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you’re not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book.

Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon. Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.

We were like deaf people trying to dance to a beat we couldn't hear, long after the music actually stopped.