Don Livingston

“Heroes in stories never had to fight the same beast twice. Seemed unfair he had to face this one each month.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self

“Wax,” Wayne interrupted, balancing his sixth story of beer-mat coasters. “Check your pulse, mate.” Wax took a deep breath. “Sorry,” he said. “What was that,” Marasi said, wagging her pencil from Wayne to Wax. “Pulse?” “Sometimes,” Wayne said, “Wax forgets he’s a person and starts thinkin’ he’s a rock instead.” “It’s Wayne speak,” Wax said, grabbing some coasters and starting another tower. “For times when he thinks I should be a little more empathetic.” “You can be single-minded, mate.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self

“And if I’d found you in the process of armed robbery all those years ago, I’d have shot you too.” “You’re not lying, are you?” “Of course not. I’d have shot you right in the head, Wayne.” “You’re a good friend,” Wayne said. “Thanks, Wax.” “You’re the only person I know that I can cheer up by promising to kill him.” “You didn’t promise to kill me,” Wayne said, pulling on his socks. “You promised to have killed me. That there be the present perfect tense.” “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.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self

“but I consider your motives to be irrelevant. You save lives. You … saved my life. My gratitude is not influenced by what was running through your head as you did so.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self