Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

The governor had recently given political speeches to these men, making promises. More coach lines to compete with rail lines, going places the railroad could not. Higher tariffs on imports from Bilming. Empty promises mostly, but men losing hope clung to such promises.

“I ain’t drunk,” Wayne said, sniffling. “I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.

The people don’t want to hear about aid going outside the city, no matter how necessary, not while things are

growing worse and worse here

“Being God is more complex than a mortal can comprehend?” Wax said. “What a surprise.”

The most important things in the world are worth only what people will pay for them.

We have reached an era of modernism, both louder and more silent at the same time. You watch. Where once kings and warriors shaped the world, now quiet men in offices will do the same—

Choice is an illusion, lawman. There are those created to be selfish and there are those created to be selfless. This does not make them good or evil, any more than the ravaging lion is evil when compared to the placid rabbit.

I’ve always found humans to be rather sexist. A natural result of your sexual dimorphism,

If someone wanted it, you could charge for it.