Tress of the Emerald Sea

by Brandon Sanderson

The other girls were obviously right, as they all knew how to be unique—they were so good at it, in fact, that they did it together.

Lol

She’d remain quiet when the other girls were laughing or telling jokes about her. After all, they were having so much fun. It would be impolite to spoil that, and presumptuous of her to request that they stop.

Hahahhaa

She felt less like a mere human being, and more like a human who was merely being.

But a terrible idea executed brilliantly has to be better than a brilliant idea executed terribly.

If you wish to become a storyteller, here is a hint: sell your labor, but not your mind. Give me ten hours a day scrubbing a deck, and oh the stories I could imagine. Give me ten hours adding sums, and all you’ll have me imagining at the end is a warm bed and a thought-free evening.

One of the great tragedies of life is knowing how many people in the world are made to soar, paint, sing, or steer—except they never get the chance to find out.

“They got a cat, Tress,” Huck grumbled, eyeing the door. “An actual cat. This is an insult of the gravest kind. As in the kind that leads to my grave…”

driving me back and prompting me to do something monstrous, like wear socks with sandals.

Omygoshhhg

You can’t taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.

Enjoy memories, yes, but don’t be a slave to who you wish you once had been. Those memories aren’t alive. You are.

after spending ages walking around with everyone piling bricks in your arms, it can throw you off balance when someone removes a brick to carry for you.

What the what