1,392 Quotes by Brandon Sanderson

Spensa, I hear no more footfalls. Have you temporary stopped being bipedal?

You have large twin destructor emitters on each wing, along with a light-lance turret underneath. That’s as much firepower as our larger ships. You’re a warship.” “Clearly not,” M-Bot said. “I’m here to categorize fungi. Didn’t you listen to my last orders? I am not supposed to get into fights.” “Then why do you have guns?” “For shooting large and dangerous beasts who might be threatening my fungus specimens,” M-Bot said. “Obviously.

The Librarians control the information... They control what gets read, what gets seen, and what gets learned. Because of that they have power.

A pox of unique human diseases--many of which cause an uncomfortable swelling--come upon you!

I pointed my nose right at the bomber down below, then i hit the overburn. "Cadet?" Ironsides said. "Pilot, what are you doing?" "My weapons are gone . . . I have to ram it.""Understood," Ironsides whispered. "Saints' own speed, pilot.""What?" Jorgen said over the line. "What? Ram it? Spin!" I dove toward the enemy bomber"Spin," Jorgen said . . . "Spin you'll die." "Yes," I whispered. "But I'll win anyway.

If the afterlife really is a big war,” Kaladin said, “then I hope I end up in Damnation. At least there I might be able to get a wink or two of sleep.

Seen like that, he was just a shadow; darkness, a nothingness, before real power. The men of this world, epics included, would pass from time. I might be a worm to him, but he was a worm himself in the grand scheme of the universe.

The beatings almost didn't hurt anymore, for Reen's frequent abuses had left Vin resilient, while at the same time teaching her how to look pathetic and broken. In a way, the beatings were self-defeating. Bruises and welts mended, but each new lashing left Vin more hardened. Stronger.

When this is done, Jerkface, I will hold your tarnished and melted pin up as my trophy as your smoldering ship marks your pyre, and the final resting place of your crushed and broken corpse!"- Spensa, pg. 64