She let the world consume her. The familiar sound of pencil on paper, the focus of creation. Beauty was out… — Brandon Sanderson

“I have to protect him,” Kaladin whispered.

Why?

“If I protect …” He coughed. “If I protect…only the people I like, it means that I don’t care about doing what is right.” If he did that, he only cared about what was convenient for himself.

That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness.

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one’s body against oneself.

“‘Honor’ is a word applied to the actions of men from the past who have had their lives scrubbed clean by historians.”