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“What is a government but an institutionalized method of making sure somebody else does all the work?”

“I do hate to force a rescue—but, well, if one is necessary, then it might as well happen with style.”

Hard work is a prison sentence only if it does not have meaning.

“Good men don’t become legends.”

Both were dedicated to making the new kingdom work, even if it meant pretending that they liked each other.

Movements and reactions, actions and consequences — these were the essence of Allomancy.

… at that moment, all is one, and nothing separates their two worlds.

… it was chaos but it stemmed from a stillness inside her from the river, a source of calm that gave her chaos definition—she didn’t feel unshaped, she felt fluid. Expansive. Primed with possibility. … She felt like she was beginning.

A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself. - Maya Angelou

“And you can’t offer your bow or your axe or your sword? Even the fucking Ents got involved.”

Nice reference.

To see the miraculous in the ordinary is a more precious gift than prophecy.

“Fiction is the great lie that tells the truth about how the world lives!”

A door, after all, is a choice. Step through, or leave it closed.

In her dreams, she flies.

‘It doesn’t really get better. But it changes.’

She cannot be with him. She cannot be without him. And both are burningly, simultaneously true in a way that grinds the cliché into dust.

‘To be human is to yearn, I think. To want. To need. What you already have, most of the time. It kind of poisons everything.’
‘But it is a sweet-tasting poison?’
‘Sometimes.’

‘No, a story is not an explanation, it is a net, a net through which the truth flows. The net catches some of the truth, but not all, never all, only enough so that we can live with the extraordinary without it killing us.’

‘The purpose of a volcano is to die, my lady, but as angrily as possible.’

‘You fight your hatred for yourself, anyone can see, and you do your best, taking it out in people who you think will be strong enough to handle it. I understand this. I am the same. It is hard but it is bearable if your love for me is bigger than your hate.’

A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

But the unlikeliness of it all also meant that he wouldn’t have had that moment of staring up into the sky, a moment where he had been the only person who had ever lived in all of glorious creation.

Roy was a year older, a year taller, a year wiser, all of which was proved by the fact that he had a bike.

Prose is difficult to read, dropping for now.

And therefore, finally, blessed be the Lord, I am free.

“Er starb als Feigling. Er strab allein. He died a coward. He died alone.”

When it comes to lies, governments can outlast anyone.

“Isn’t it enough that we lived? Do you want us to be ashamed of that, too?”

“The face of a schoolboy, the clothes of a Nazi, and the words of a philosopher.
“You should be in the movies.”

“Killing the flesh is easy. … Killing the spirit is a challenge.”