What did you put in the fire?" Kaladin said. "To make that special smoke?" "Nothing. It was just and ordinary fire." "But, I saw-" "What you saw belongs to you. A story doesn't live until it is imagined in someone's mind." "What does the story mean, then?" "It means what you want it to mean," Hoid said. "The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think , but to give you questions to think upon. Too often, we forget that.

Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.

One can have a wit, but not a witless

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

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

People see in stories what they’re looking for, my young friend.

That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.