Брэндон Сандерсон цитаты

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“Can’t be any harder than sitting here and having a staring contest with mortality.”

“Have you finally grown so jealous of my impeccable fashion sense that you've decided to have me disposed of?”

“You said their prayer - is this the religion you believe in, then?"
"I believe in them all."
Vin frowned. "None of them contradict each other?"
Sazed smiled. "Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all.”

“All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that's why you so often want to kill each other.”

“I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.”
“Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.”

“I really am impressed that you have been shot so often. Really.”
“Getting hit’s not really that impressive,” Wayne noted. “It don’t take much skill to get shot. It’sthe bullets that’s tough.”

“Authors write books for one, and only one, reason: because we like to torture people.”

“Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.”

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

“You want to be a better person? Go listen to someone you disagree with. don't argue with them just. It's remarkable what interesting things people will say if you take the time to not be a jerk.”

“I wasn’t a nerd, mind you, but I’d spent a lot of my youth studying Epics, so I’d had limited experience with social interaction. I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.”

“Well, I myself find that respect is like manure. Use it where needed, and growth will flourish. Spread it on too thick, and things just start to smell.”

“Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.”

“You can’t immerse yourself in something,” Prof said softly, “without coming to respect it.”

“we're all freaks sometimes, Melody," he replied. "You're just… well, better at it than most.”

“Oh, don’t worry. If you didn’t say some stupid things every once in a while, you certainly wouldn’t fit in with this group.”

“Impossible things are really rough to do, you know.”

“Sazed thought.”

“But even a ninety-year-old blind priest would stop and stare at this woman. If he weren’t blind, that is. Dumb metaphor, I thought. I’ll have to work on that one. I have trouble with metaphors.”

“There are two ways to stay safe, Reen's voice whispered to her. Either be so quiet and harmless that people ignore you, or be so dangerous that they're terrified of you.”

“That isn’t greatness. That’s just foolishness.”

“To live was to be a fragment of the cosmere that was experiencing itself.”

“The man who wants you to trust him is the one you must fear the most.”

“I’m sorry that your mystical, godlike powers do not instantly work as you would like them to.”

“You learned this,” Kabsal said, lifting up her drawing of Jasnah, “from a book.”
“Er…yes?”
He looked back at the picture. “I need to read more.”

“You see the great thing about madness is that it's all in your head.”

“War is far worse. At least where politics is going on, there are
usually nice hors d’oeuvres.”

“The law is not something holy, son. It’s just a reflection of the ideals of those lucky enough to be in charge.”

“The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit—but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.”