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“There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Oh!” Pattern said suddenly, bursting up from the bowl to hover in the air. “You were talking about mating! I’m to make sure you don’t accidentally mate, as mating is forbidden by human society until you have first performed appropriate rituals! Yes, yes. Mmmm. Dictates of custom require following certain patterns before you copulate. I’ve been studying this!”

“Oh, Stormfather,” Shallan said, covering her eyes with her freehand. A few shamespren even peeked in for a glimpse before vanishing. Twice in one week.

“Very well, you two,” Pattern said. “No mating. NO MATING.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

“Those aren’t real, are they? The pads, right?” Adolin shook his head. “Seriously?” Veil said. “Stormfather. to get mine that big I’d have to eat six cChulls. How do they feel?” “You’re making assumptions,” Adolin said.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War

“That’s it, eh?” Wit said. “Just you becoming your world’s first therapist.”
Kaladin glanced at Syl, who shook her head. “We have no idea what that is, Wit.”
“Because,” Wit said, “you haven’t finished inventing it yet.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Wind and Truth