Adam Lewis

“Does the king know you're back?"

"Nope! I'm trying to think of a properly dramatic way to inform him. Perhaps a hundred chasmfiends marching in unison, singing an ode to my magnificence."

"That sounds… hard."

"Yeah, the storming things have real trouble tuning their tonic chords and maintaining just intonation."

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Yeah, the storming things have real trouble tuning their tonic chords and maintaining just intonation.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“All people are musicians" Wit countered. "The question is whether or not they share their songs.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

“This is a lot more satisfying," he said, "when I have intelligent life whom I can render awed, rapt with attention for my clever verbosity."
The ugly lizard-crab-thing on the next rock over clicked its claw, an almost hesitant sound.
"Your right, of course," Wit said. "My usual audience isn't particularly intelligent. That was also the obvious joke, however, so shame on you.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

“He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken.

Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway.

It was the single most beautiful thing he’d seen in his entire life.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance