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  • #1
    Scott Lynch
    “Someday, Locke Lamora,” he said, “someday, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.”
    “Oh please,” said Locke. “It’ll never happen.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #2
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a man in the process of changing.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #3
    Brandon Sanderson
    “I will take responsibility for what I have done,” Dalinar whispered. “If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #4
    Brandon Sanderson
    “One can believe in a story without believing it happened.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #5
    Brandon Sanderson
    NO MATING.
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #6
    Elizabeth Lim
    “Seize the wind," I whispered. "Don't become the kite that never flies.”
    Elizabeth Lim, Spin the Dawn

  • #7
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “I think we ought to live happily ever after.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #8
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #9
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk."
    "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #10
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes."
    "Those are spiders.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #11
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #12
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #13
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #14
    Brandon Sanderson
    “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

  • #15
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Sometimes the prize is not worth the costs. The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

  • #16
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Ah, the outdoors,' Shallan said. 'I visited that mythical place once.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

  • #17
    Brandon Sanderson
    “The hallmark of insecurity is bravado.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

  • #18
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Honor is dead. But I'll see what I can do.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

  • #19
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Why hasn't anyone killed him yet?”
    “Dumb luck,” Wit said. “In that I’m lucky you’re all so dumb.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

  • #20
    Brandon Sanderson
    Hello, a cheerful voice said in his mind. Would you like to destroy some evil today?
    Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

  • #21
    Brandon Sanderson
    “The world ends tomorrow, but the day after that, people are going to ask what’s for breakfast.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Edgedancer

  • #22
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Rich people, she decided, loved to stick with a theme.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Edgedancer

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who remains.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War
    tags: war

  • #24
    R.F. Kuang
    “I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #25
    R.F. Kuang
    “Sir?” Kitay asked. The magistrate turned to look at him. “What?” With a grunt, Kitay raised the crate over his head and flung it to the ground. It landed on the dirt with a hard thud, not the tremendous crash Rin had rather been hoping for. The wooden lid of the crate popped off. Out rolled several very nice porcelain teapots, glazed with a lovely flower pattern. Despite their tumble, they looked unbroken. Then Kitay took to them with a slab of wood. When he was done smashing them, he pushed his wiry curls out of his face and whirled on the sweating magistrate, who cringed in his seat as if afraid Kitay might start smashing at him, too. “We are at war,” Kitay said. “And you are being evacuated because for gods know what reason, you’ve been deemed important to this country’s survival. So do your job. Reassure your people. Help us maintain order. Do not pack your fucking teapots.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #26
    R.F. Kuang
    “It’s easy to be brave. Harder to know when not to fight.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #27
    R.F. Kuang
    “Power dictates acceptability,”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #28
    Cameron Jace
    “A strong and brave heart isn’t enough. A true heart, no matter how much the truth hurts, is the strongest of all.”
    Cameron Jace, Insanity

  • #29
    Jessie Chang
    “When you care about someone so much, you never want to see them hurt. You worry for their well-being. It’s natural. But it’s also that danger, that risk, that makes our feelings that much sharper, that much more agonizingly beautiful, isn’t it?”
    Jessie Chang, The Water Spinner

  • #30
    Juliet Marillier
    “I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the
    spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in
    the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of
    my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping.
    You are—you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”
    Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest



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