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.

Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.

Getting cut off from the knights' magic rock also required a period of exile from their giant glass mushroom. (Those of you in the Hushlands, I dare you to work that last sentence into a conversation. "By the way, Sally, did you know that getting cut from the knight's magic rock also requires a period of exile from their giant glass mushroom?")

No, not me.I'm not a good person or a bad person.I'm just here to kill things.

Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty?

Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.

Pain los[es] its power when other things bec[o]me more important.