She motions out the window to the humans walking on the lawn. “They judge with their eyes alone. There is nothing wrong with you. There is something very wrong with them.”

Down the path of self-hate lies untruth

We fish around blindly in a pool of seven billion people, hoping one of them isn’t too crazy or too incompatible with us, and we get so desperate that when we find someone we can stand for two minutes we decide to marry them for life, when in reality they’re all wrong for us. But we keep pretending they’re right, until we can’t anymore, and then we divorce them or break up and we get up and try again, and again, and it chips away at our tiny human hearts.

Advice to a Visitor
When passing a door-post, watch as you walk on, inspect as you enter. It is uncertain where enemies lurk or crouch in a dark corner.

Ice is the bark of rivers, the wave's roof, and the doomed man's undoing.

Wealth is kinsmen's contention, the sea's flame, and the slitherer's track.

“Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.”

The hero of ages shall not be a man, but a force. No nation may claim him. No woman shall keep him, and no king may slay him. He shall belong to none. Not even himself.

Don't let them trick you into taking yourself too seriously. It's not worth the effort.

Do you stop loving someone, just because they betray you?

Jeg var hatet. Og å stå opp imot hat greier du bare hvis du hater selv.

The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe.

"She is an extremely intelligent girl. Perseptive, and quick to memorise. I didn't expect such skill, from one who grew up in her circumstances."
"A lot of the street children are clever", Kelsier said. "The ones who aren't dead."

Pure knowledge is not the equivalent of skill.

"What they do not realise, and that you must realise, is that manipulationg others is something all people do. In fact, manipulation is at the core of our social interaction."
[...]
"The difference between soothers and regular people, is that we are aware of what we are doing."

Folk snakker om barn som om de på en eller annen måte er annerledes enn voksne. Men det er ingen forskjell, ikke egentlig. Bare sjeler som er gale etter å bli elsket.

Han slo rundt seg, ikke som en okse eller en bjørn, men som en pastor som hadde fått i oppdrag av sin Gud å tømme den syvende sirkelen i helvete. Cale hadde trukket seg tilbake mot venstre. Han skjønte det når Gud og naturen konspirerte i hellig vold og hadde invadert en mann på en slik måte at han minnet mest om en orkan.

Det var en smal nymåne med den gamle i armene den kvelden. Den ga lite lys og ble ofte skjult bak skyene. Det var nervepirrende å vente i mørket på denne måten. I stedet for at den svarte natten ble noe som omga deg, virket det som om den fylte innsiden av hodet ditt, slik at man mistet den klare opplevelsen av forskjellen på innside og utside.

Det banket på Gils dør, på en måte som øyeblikkelig signaliserte at "Jeg er en beskjeden og skyldbevisst person".
"Kom inn."
Det var en beskjeden og skyldbevisst person, Strickland, Boscos personlige tjener, en mann hvis syn på sin egen miserable utilstrekkelighet og dypt rotfestede verdiløshet hang rundt ham som en personlig tåke.

Dersom du bekjemper ondskap med godhet, er det godheten som forsvinner, ikke ondskapen.