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“If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.”
― Stephen King, 11/22/63

“A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“Muscled like a maiden's fantasy”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.”
― Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

“The good thing about being old, is you don’t have to worry about dying young.”
― Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

“You’ve one mark on your record,” Tamas said. “You once punched a na-baron in the face. Broke his jaw. Tell me about that.”
Olem grimaced. “Officially, sir, I was pushing him out of the way of a runaway carriage. Saved his life. Half my company saw it.”
“With your fist?”
“Aye.”
“And unofficially?”
“The man was a git. He shot my dog because it startled his horse.”
“And if I ever have cause to shoot your dog?”
“I’ll punch you in the face.”
“Fair enough. You have the job.”
― Brian McClellan, Promise of Blood

“Creepy as hell. You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“Winter is coming.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Tony, Tony,come around, something's lost that can't be found.”
― Stephen King

“There is sitting and there is sitting. (...) Each one waits for the other to move, but the lion is poised, his tail twitching, while the fawn is frozen by fear, bowels turned to belly. No matter which way he bounds, the lion will have him, and he knows it.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”
― George R.R. Martin

“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“The cat saw me at once, of course, and every hair on his body stood straight up, and he made a sound like the mountain lion's roar but much tinier. That's all cats are - midget lions. I'm nobody's midget, baby.”
― Spencer Quinn, Dog on It

“Good wood often warps if no craftsman uses it.”
― Jerry Toner, How to Manage Your Slaves by Marcus Sidonius Falx

“In stories told later, many boys would claim that the girls on Coffin Rock were decorated with chunks of raw turkey, soaked in poultry blood like the chick in fuckin' Carrie, but this was embellishment.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“Dying well is easy,it only takes a moment of courage. It’s living well that I couldn’t do. What’s death compared to that.”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. - Durzo Blint”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“Life is empty. Life is worthless. When we take a life, we aren't taking anything of value.- Durzo Blint”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“Her body was more persuasive than a room full of scholars.”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“Everyone thinks they're special. It's what makes lying so easy.”
― Brent Weeks, Perfect Shadow

“...but emptiness can't be threatened. Emptiness holds nothing dear. Emptiness knows no fear.”
― Brent Weeks, Perfect Shadow

“Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.”
― Stephen King, Revival

“When you want to feel better, call something a piece of shit. It usually works.”
― Stephen King, Revival

“This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know—by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time.”
― Stephen King, Revival

“Hate will keep you alive where love fails”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

“It's okay. I'm a rhinoceros astronaut.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mitosis

“I needed to say something. Something romantic! Something to sweep her off her feet.
"You’re like a potato!" I shouted after her. "In a minefield."
She froze in place. Then she spun on me, her face lit by a half-grown fruit. “A potato,” she said flatly. “That’s the best you can do? Seriously?”
“It makes sense,” I said. “Listen. You’re strolling through a minefield, worried about getting blown up. And then you step on something, and you think, ‘I’m dead.’ But it’s just a potato. And you’re so relieved to find something so wonderful when you expected something so awful. That’s what you are. To me.”
“A potato.”
“Sure. French fries? Mashed potatoes? Who doesn’t like potatoes?”
“Plenty of people. Why can’t I be something sweet, like a cake?”
“Because cake wouldn’t grow in a minefield. Obviously.”
She stared down the hallway at me for a few moments, then sat on an overgrown set of roots.
Sparks. She seemed to be crying. Idiot! I thought at myself, scrambling through the foliage. Romantic. You were supposed to be romantic, you slontze! Potatoes weren’t romantic. I should have gone with a carrot.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

“The two great constants of life. Food and death.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight