Quotes from Edgedancer

Brandon Sanderson ·  272 pages

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“The world ends tomorrow, but the day after that, people are going to ask what’s for breakfast.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“It is strange,” the man said. “People get such a small amount of time. So many I’ve known say it—as soon as you feel you’re getting a handle on things, the day is done, the night falls, and the light goes out.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“What good is seeking a greater law, when that law can be the whims of a man either stupid or ruthless?”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“I want control,” she said, opening her eyes. “Not like a king or anything. I just want to be able to control it, a little. My life. I don’t want to get shoved around, by people or by fate or whatever. I just ... I want it to be me who chooses.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“You couldn’t live your life getting up and seeing the same things every day. You had to keep moving, otherwise people started to know who you were, and then they started to expect things from you. It was one step from there to being gobbled up.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer



“Course, that didn’t mean luck didn’t exist. You either believed in that, or you believed in what those Vorin priests were always saying—that poor people was chosen to be poor, on account of them being too dumb to ask the Almighty to make them born with heaps of spheres.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“It’s worse when they think they’re your friend. Gawx, the viziers. They make assumptions. They think they know you, then start to expect things of you. Then you have to be the person everyone thinks you are, not the person you actually are.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“as soon as you feel you’re getting a handle on things, the day is done, the night falls, and the light goes out.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“Pity can be a powerful tool. Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you’ve got power over them.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“The woman looked up at Lift. “He’s right about that, um…” “Say it,” Lift said. “Your Pancakefulness.” “Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer



“He wasn’t so frightening, for a Voidbringer. He must have been like … the Voidbringer all the other ones made fun of for wearing silly hats. The one that would correct all the others, and explain which fork they had to use when they sat down to consume human souls.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“All right. Maybe I can get you one soul. Perhaps a tax collector...'cept they ain't human. Would they work? Or would you need, like, three of them to make up one normal person's soul? -Lift”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“She’d built her life around not having to wait for anyone or anything.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“Being young was an excuse. A plausible justification”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


“What if everybody is frightened, and nobody has the answers?”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer



“You're my pet Voidbringer, and no lies are going to change that. I got you captured. No stealing souls, now. We ain't here for souls. Just a little thievery, the type what never hurt nobody.”
― Brandon Sanderson, quote from Edgedancer


About the author

Brandon Sanderson
Born place: in Lincoln, Nebraska, The United States
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Marlboro Man was standing outside his pickup, hands inside his pockets, his back resting against the driver-side door. He grinned, and as I walked toward him, he stood up and walked toward me, too. We met in the middle--in between his vehicle and the front door--and without a moment of hesitation, greeted each other with a long, emotional kiss. There was nothing funny or lighthearted about it. That kiss meant business.
Our lips separated for a short moment. “I like your sweater,” he said, looking at the light blue cotton rib as if he’d seen it before. I’d hurriedly thrown it on the night we’d met a few months earlier.
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