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‘Just the place to bury a crock of gold,’ said Sebastian. ‘I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.’

Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you for life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

I don’t want revenge. I want my family.

“When you take the princedom, son,” Dalinar said,”don’t let them corrupt you. Don’t play their games. Lead. Don’t follow.”

…great art is a matter of contrast. Some lights and some darks.

It is an era for tyrants. I doubt this place is ready for anything more, and a benevolent tyrant is preferable to the disaster of weak rule.

As I fear not a child with a weapon he cannot lift, I will never fear the mind of a man who does not think.

“Storms, you’re spoiled.”
“I’m refined, you insolent farmer,”

To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan.

While she was no warrior, there might be things she could do to protect her family.

You can’t be embarrassed when you pose as someone else. The more outrageous the attempt, the straighter you have to play it.

Expectation wasn’t just about what people expected of you. It was about what you expected of yourself.

Using a fetching face to make men buy you something is no different from a man using muscle to force someone to do the same, she’d said. Both methods are base,and both will fail a person as they age.

…the other bridgemen hadn’t reacted with the fear he’d once worried about. They might idolize him, but they did not isolate him.

“Laws are of men, Kaladin. Nature doesn’t have them!”
”If I toss something upward, it comes back down.”
“Except when it doesn’t.”
“It’s a law.”
“No,” Syl said, looking upward. “It’s more like… an agreement among friends.”

On an individual basis, in most interactions, this thing we call power-authority-exists only as it is perceived.

Humans personify. We speak of the wind as if it has a will of its own.

Not tears but prayers
For the dead who died for Ireland

Give me a penny, sir, to burn James Carey!

“The Catholic Church is the only one that can make a man die with any real hope,”

…approvers are I suppose for the most part base, but I do not see how you could act on a distinction of degree between them. Still one would have heard the hiss from the dock with sympathy.

The existence of informers is the best method of intimidation we possess against these villains. This is a chance not to be lost.

For the duke, the sight of “this dear dear face,” its expression calm, with no trace of suffering, had alleviated some of the horror. It had helped strengthen Lucy too, the consolation she had found in Cavendish’s “sacrifice for Christ’s sake” fortified by the sight of her husband lying in the chapel, surrounded by the murals of the life of Jesus and the Ascension.

[Freeman’s Journal on Frederick Cavendish’s appointment as chief secretary to Ireland] “Never was so small a politician appointed to so great a post at a crisis so important.”

[John Parnell on his brother Charles] “He was always a man apart, and in his isolation lay his strength”