Edgedancer Quotes
"Lift had never robbed a palace before. Seemed like a dangerous thing to try."
"Not with that face, that voice, and those spindly legs."
"The Bronze Palace itself, and right under the nose of the vizierate."
"If I can't count it on my fingers, it's unlucky."
"Rich people, she decided, loved to stick with a theme."
"Someone has to care. Too few people care, these days."
"The difference between a successful thief and a dead thief is knowing when to escape with your takings."
"I'm gonna eat their food. Rich folk have the best food."
"Storms, I almost think it's another Desolation come upon us."
"She wasn't quite so awesome when she was hungry."
"You have an odd sense of morality, mistress."
"I will remember those who have been forgotten."
"I'm pure. I'm a child and stuff. I'm so storming pure I practically belch rainbows."
"You should try it, I mean. I wanted to be like you, once. Didn't work out. Wasn't even like being alive."
"Praise Yaezir, Herald of Kings. May he lead in wisdom."
"So you're an emperor or something now," she said, closing her eyes, settling back.
"Good for you," Lift said. "Can I eat your dinner?"
"Mistress," he pled, "can't we please just go back?"
"Mistress," Wyndle said, curling up to her. His vine looked like the type fancy people would grow on their buildings to hide up parts that didn't look rich enough.
"All lies," she declared, hands on hips. "To keep me from noticin' the truth. They was going to eat me."
"It's not about sustenance. It's about torture."
"They got these pancakes here," she said, "with things cooked into them. Supposed to be super tasty, and they eat them during the Weeping. Ten varieties. I'm gonna steal one of each."
"And we should have stayed in the palace. Oh, how did this happen to me? I should be gardening right now. I had the most magnificent chairs."
"Everything is wrong, and nothing makes sense," Wyndle continued.
"Is this about what happened to you?" Wyndle asked. "I don't know a lot about humans, but I believe it was natural, disconcerting though it might appear."
"Maybe for outsida cares?" Lift said. "Lika the outsida, they gotta light for her, ifn she given lunks for smalls?"
"When she isn't, then children congregate here begging for handouts."
"She works hard to cover it up. So it must be important."
"Each person, they are but a piece of something larger—some grand organism that makes up this city."
"Yes, but it was honest, which is the cornerstone of a good philosophy."
"Pity can be a powerful tool. Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you’ve got power over them."
"You must prove your worth. Earlier today I followed a lead that each of you missed, and have discovered a second offender in the city."
"The only path to Honor is to stick to your chosen code. This was the way of the Knights Radiant, and is the way of the Skybreakers."
"The minds of men are fragile, their emotions mutable and often unpredictable. The only path to sanity and action is to choose a code and to follow it."
"The only thing I’ve ever known how to do was hunt food."
"Everyone gets 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."
"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."
"Because. At least slums know what they was built for."
"What people write can be important, at least to them."
"You can’t just go throwing things out! They might be useful later on."
"This city, with everyone writing notes and rules, then offering to sell everyone else ideas all the time... Well, in some ways this place was like a whole city of Wyndles."
"The world couldn’t be completely bad when it had soft clothes."
"Almost as bad, though, are the Alethi. How do the Alethi know so much about it? Did that warlord of theirs summon it somehow?"
"The world ends tomorrow, but the day after that, people are going to ask what’s for breakfast."
"You either believed in luck, or you believed in what those Vorin priests were always saying—that poor people were chosen to be poor, on account of them being too dumb to ask the Almighty to make them born with heaps of spheres."
"Once you made a decision, you were committed. You were saying you thought this was right."
"Being young was an excuse. A plausible justification."
"I want control. 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."
"But maybe even a thief and a thug could do some good along the way."
"I am surprised to see you accept judgment," Darkness said. "I had thought you would remain in presumed safety."
"Of course I do.…" He trailed off, and again seemed to be considering what she’d said. He cocked his head.
"I don’t know," Lift said. And then, by instinct, she did something she would never have thought possible. She hugged Darkness.
"But light is pure, and does not change based on our daily whims. To feel guilt at following a code with precision is wasted emotion."
"I will listen," Lift shouted, "to those who have been ignored!"
"What if everybody is frightened, and nobody has the answers?"
"I’m starting to think you might not be a Voidbringer after all."
"Nothing at all," Lift said, with the utmost confidence.