Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Hair is gross. It seems smart to shave it off.” “You have hair.” “I do not; I just have me. Think about it, Kaladin. Everything else that comes out of your body you dispose of quickly and quietly—but this strange stuff oozes out of little holes in your head, and you let it sit there? Gross.”

That’s the trouble with science. It’s never done. Always upending itself. Ruining perfect systems for the little inconvenience of them being wrong.”

“If you spend your life knocking people down, you eventually find they won’t stand up for you. There’s poetry in that, don’t you think,

“You told me it would get worse.” “It will,” Wit said, “but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: You will be warm again.”

“I am death itself, Defeated One,” Kaladin said. “And I’ve finally caught up to you.”

I accept that there will be those I cannot protect!”