Brandon Sanderson, Firefight Quotes
As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun.This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.
I hadn’t been a nerd, mind you. I’d just been the type of guy who spent a lot of time by himself, focused entirely on a single consuming interest.
My life wasn’t just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics.Permanently.
If nobody changes the world, if nobody works to make it better, then we stagnate.
I let out a sound that was definitely not a whimper. It was something far more manly, no matter what it sounded like.
If we stop helping people because we’re afraid, or ambivalent or whatever, then we lose. Let them do evil. I’ll stop them.
As accurate as a blind man pissing during an earthquake.”“Wow..., ” I breathed.She frowned
Oh, ” Obliteration continued, “I think that you’ll find a man can do many things thought impossible, if he tries hard enough.
Thank you. For being willing to talk. For not turning me in. For... being you.''I'm pretty good at being me, ' I said. 'I've had all these years to practice--I hardly ever get it wrong these days.
The Gottschalk was a fine weapon."You, " I said to it, "are on probation. You'd better impress me."Great. Now I was talking to guns.
Nice work, " he said.I grinned."You look like hell, though, " he noted."I doubt hell has this much Kool-Aid, " I replied.
We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite.
Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.
I could take a shower every day in my own bathroom. I almost didn’t know what to do with such luxury. Other than, you know, not stink.