Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

He’d always found it odd that so many died when they were old, as logic said that was the point in their lives when they’d had the most practice not dying.

“Greet every morning with a smile. That way it won’t know what you’re planning to do to it?”

“Your grasp of the language is startling,” Wax said, “considering how you so frequently brutalize it.” “Ain’t nobody what knows the cow better than the butcher, Wax.”