Edgedancer (The Stormlight Archive, #2.5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“All lies,” she declared, hands on hips. “To keep me from noticin’ the truth. They was going to eat me.”

“Smufld gramitch mragnifude.”

They make assumptions. They think they know you, then start to expect things of you. Then you have to be the person everyone thinks you are, not the person you actually are.”

If you actually traded food, everyone would eat up all their money and then where would society be?

Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you’ve got power over them.”

“Your Pancakefulness.”

That we need something greater to follow, to guide. But not my stone . . . What good is seeking a greater law, when that law can be the whims of a man either stupid or ruthless?”

“And I got this strange wart on my toe that keeps growin’ back when I cut it off—I think because I heal myself with my awesomeness, which is starvin’ inconvenient.”