Lesa Puck

“More twisted than a librarian’s love life (trust me, they’re a strange bunch),”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“Our words, like our hearts, are weapons still hot from the forging, beating themselves into new shapes each time we swing them.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“I love memories. They are our ballads, our personal foundation myths. But I must acknowledge that memory can be cruel if left unchallenged. Memory is often our only connection to who we used to be. Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves. More potently, our minds are a hungry audience, craving only the peaks and valleys of experience. The bland erodes, leaving behind the distinctive bits to be remembered again and again. Painful or passionate, surreal or sublime, we cherish those little rocks of peak experience, polishing them with the ever-smoothing touch of recycled proxy living. In so doing—like pagans praying to a sculpted mud figure—we make of our memories the gods which judge our current lives. I love this. Memory may not be the heart of what makes us human, but it’s at least a vital organ.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“Worry has weight, and is an infinitely renewable resource.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea