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But sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a person who is in the process of changing.

He was not a man. He was judgment.

“Morality is an axis that doesn’t interest us,” Mraize said calmly. “Only loyalty and power are relevant, for morality is as ephemeral as the changing weather. It depends upon the angle from which you view it."

“Every moment in our lives seems trivial,” Zahel said. “Most are forgotten while some, equally humble, become the points upon which history pivots. Like white on black.”

Art wasn’t about understanding, but about knowing.

Humans can see the world as it is not. It is why your lies can be so strong. You are able to not admit that they are lies.

The wisest of men know that to render an insult powerless, you often need only to embrace it.

The truth destroys more people than it saves, Veil.

The way men kill one another says far more about a culture than any scholar’s ethnography.

Bradman played a sport. Tendulkar was the presiding deity of a nationally-unifying religion called cricket. 🙏🏻

Considering most sports are still controlled and dominated by the West, the IPL was the best case study of 'atypical' globalization, where the West has to look to the East. 😄

“Love,” Shallan said, though partially just to distract them, “is like a pile of chull dung.”
“Smelly?” Balat asked.
“No,” Shallan said, “for even as we try to avoid both, we end up stepping in them anyway.” 😂

Ivis gave them lengths of wood that, weight and balance wise, were decent approximations of a Shardblade. Like a child’s scribble with chalk could be a decent approximation of a person.😂

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

“Food?” he asked.
“Is that your answer to every disagreement?” Eshonai asked, breaking her song.
“It’s hard to argue with your mouth full,” Thude said. 😄

Life and death shook hands here in the chasms.

Power is an illusion of perception.

Cricket, unlike football, is not yet ready to accept a manager or coach as the real boss. It, unlike football, very much a captain's team.

Peace seemed a scarce commodity in the world.

“Do you want to be a miracle?”
“No,” Kaladin whispered. “But for them, I will be.”🥺

Need. That word had strange effects on men. Some ran when you used it. Others grew nervous.

“What you said earlier is right; men are unreliable in many things. But if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s their greed.”

A man never really knew life itself until he charged into battle with Plate and Blade.

Seems dumb to me, but I guess merchants are like fish. Where you find one, you’ll find others.

Sometimes we find it hardest to accept in others that which we cling to in ourselves.

“I didn’t say Tvlakv isn’t a bastard. He’s just a likable bastard.” He hesitated, then grimaced. “Those are the worst kind. When you kill them, you end up feeling guilty for it.” 😄

But expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

Here, in Alethkar, men often spoke of the legends—of mankind’s hard-won victory over the Voidbringers. But when weapons created to fight nightmares were turned against common soldiers, the lives of men became cheap things indeed.

We may someday be able to answer Tolstoy's exasperated and exasperating question: What is art? - but only when we learn to integrate our vision of Walcott on the back foot through the covers with the outstretched arm of the Olympic Apollo.

Treat them mean, keep them keen, that was Hirai’s motto.