Belief?" "Yes," Sazed said. "Tell me, Mistress. What is it that you believe?" Vin frowned. "What kind of question is that?" "The most important kind, I think.

There's always another secret.' -Kelsier

The mark of a great man is one who knows when to set aside the important things in order to accomplish the vital ones.

The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.

Women? Women are like...thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

If you're always on time, it implies that you never have anything better you should be doing. -Kelsier

Better to be the failure who nobly strived than the success who never really had to.

Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell.

But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.

This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.

My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?

Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

You may not control life's circumstances, but getting to be the author of your life means getting to control what you do with them.

I've learned one hell of a lot about men in my lifetime. They're all right to take to bed, but you sure better never let them get a stranglehold on you.

"Ego," sayest thou, and art proud of that word. But the greater thing - in which thou art unwilling to believe - is thy body with its big sagacity; it saith not "ego," but doeth it.

Furious activity is no substitute for understanding.

My eclectic taste allows me to do something unique and not box myself in.

You make a choice in your life, and it affects your life in all the ways, good and bad.

Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

Rejection reveals your character.