“Nothing is real,” Wit said. “At least by one measure of philosophy. So enjoy what you seem to be able to eat… — Brandon Sanderson

I name you idiot for playing with powers you only presume to understand.

“Must be nice,” Adolin said, patting the horse, “to not have to worry about things like politics or relationships.”

The horse snorted in a way that Adolin thought was distinctly dismissive. Well, perhaps there was more to complicate a horse’s life than a man could ever see.

I’m not using a key at all. I’m breaking the lock.