The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)

by Brandon Sanderson

Well, that’s the man I want to be. That’s the man I admire. Perhaps I’m only acting like him, but it’s a sincere act. Hang me, but it is.”

That was when I still cared about their opinions, I guess. Before I learned how much power over a situation you gain when you decide that you don’t care what others think of you.”

I love the idea that I can break out of it all—the expectations, the way I’m regarded, the way I regard myself—and soar.

Don’t you ever feel like you never actually grew up? That everyone else did, but you’re secretly faking?”