It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didn't want to move around very much.

How do you 'accidentally' kill a noble man in his own mansion?" "With a knife in the chest. Or, rather, a pair of knives in the chest.

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

Sometimes, son," my father said, prying my fingers free, "you have to help the heroes along.

Hmmmm Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies. Hmmmm.

Authority doesn't come from a rank.," Kaladin said, fingering the spheres in his pocket. "Where does it come from?" "From the men who give it to you. That's the only way to get it.

You are nothing if not exhaustive in your self-congratulatory made-up logic.