Well Vin says that there's something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn't have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color. Think of the possibilities--if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red--you'd always be thinking, 'Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.

How totally unexpected," he declared, then proceeded to faint from blood loss.

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.

Your insult has offended me. If we were at the Peaks, we would have to duel in traditional alil'tiki'i fashion." "Which is what?" Teft asked. "With spears?" Rock laughed. "No, no. We upon the Peaks are not barbarians like you down here." "How then?" Kaladin asked, genuinely curious. "Well," Rock said, "is involving much mudbeer and singing." “How's that a duel?” "He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon' everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about." Teft laughed. "Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.

The number 1 thing that I don't want to see in a story is when characters exist simply to be proven wrong.

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.

I like words. And I always learn a few new ones when Father gets angry. I shouldn't neglect my education, now should I?