‎"To Parlin's mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.

Elend shook his head. "We can survive this. But, the only way that will happen is if our people don't give up. They need leaders who laugh, leaders who feel that this fight can be won. So, this is what I ask of you. I don't care if you're an optimist or a pessimist—I don't care if secretly, you think we'll all be dead before the month ends. On the outside, I want to see you smiling. Do it in defiance, if you have to. If the end does come, I want this group to meet that end smiling. As the Survivor taught us.

Do not dash if you only have the strength to walk, and do not waste your time pushing on the walls that will not give. More importantly, don't shove where a pat would be sufficient.

Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world. (p 2)

You're a mean old man, Your Grace." "And that is the way it should be." Roial informed. "Mean young men are trivial, and kindly old men boring. Here, let me get us something to drink.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

Wherever it may be, whoever may hold it. That's who I am.