Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit, however, can suffocate.”

“Have you known me to lie before?” “The best liars are those who tell the truth most of the time.”

Breeze snorted. “Be warned—Hammond does tend to be a bit optimistic about these kinds of things. If the army were made up of one-legged mutes, he would praise their balance and their listening skills.”

“Women are like … thunderstorms. They’re beautiful to look at, and sometimes they’re nice to listen to—but most of the time they’re downright inconvenient.”

Banning books is tricky business, Vin—the more stink the Ministry makes about a text, the more attention it will draw, and the more people will be tempted to read it.

“If you’re always on time, it implies that you never have anything better you should be doing.

She hoped she would never lose that—the sense within her of how life had been before. It made her appreciate what she had so much more than the real nobility seemed to.

“You don’t stop loving someone just because they hurt you,” he said. “It would certainly make things easier if you did.”

“Elend Venture,” she said, standing up. “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time.” She blinked away her tears. “You read too much. Especially in the presence of ladies.” He smiled, throwing back his chair and grabbing her in a firm embrace. Vin closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth of being held. And realized that was all she had ever really wanted.