The Lost Metal (The Mistborn Saga #7)

by Brandon Sanderson

City folk, particularly politicians, were intimidated by small arms. They preferred to kill people with more modern weapons, like poverty and despair.

Her fears eased once she wrote them down. If she’d thought of something, catalogued it and considered it, then it stopped having power over her—she had power over it.

“You have a broad imagination, then?” “There are broads in my imagination almost all the time.”

Good intentions had to be coupled with a realistic look at the effects of your actions. It was entirely too easy to make things worse while trying to make them better.

“Really, I thought you’d be harder than this.” “Stop quotin’ lines from your wife last night,” she snapped, “and fight me!”