The Lost Metal (The Mistborn Saga #7)

by Brandon Sanderson

“What’s harder, love?” she asked. “Doing what’s right or doing what’s wrong?” “Doing what’s right.” “So who gets stronger?” Ma asked. “The fellow what does the easy thing, or what does the hard thing?”

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

“Wax had years to get accustomed to the depths of your depravity, Wayne. To me, it’s still remarkable how you manage to dig yourself deeper each and every time.”

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

thought you couldn’t read,” Marasi said, brushing past them and following the woman. “Oh, I can read,” Wayne said. “But I’m dumb, see, so I can only read things what are dumb too.”

Curious, how minor flaws became cute when their bearer also happened to be conventionally attractive.

“You can’t keep digging up the corpse of who you used to be, Wayne. You can’t keep toting it around. Let him stay buried. Consider who you are, not who you left behind.

People suffered when the truth became a commodity to be speculated upon.