Gavin

“practice by now.” Wayne grinned. “Oh, is that how it works? ’Cuz in my experience, marryin’ is the one thing people seem to get worse at the more they do it. Well, that and bein’ alive.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning

“I’m wondering if every person I pass has similar depths, and if there’s any way to avoid the mistake of judging them so shallowly that I’m rocked when they show their true complexity. You?” “I”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning

“Waxillium grinned, folding his arms. “Wayne would say it’s because I’m brilliant.” “Wayne has the mental capacity of a fruit fly,” Steris said. “In comparison to him, anyone is brilliant. I . . .”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning

“Wayne?” he hissed. “Are you up there?” A moment later, the engineer’s unconscious face appeared over the side of the catwalk, eyes closed. “Of course he’s up here,” Wayne said from up above, imitating the voice of the unfortunate engineer and wiggling the head like a puppet’s. “You just tossed that bloke up here, mate! You’ve forgotten already? Memory loss. You must be gettin’ real old.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning