A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is

Eternity Ended Ten Years Ago.

Sometimes The Prize Is Not Worth The Costs. The Means By Which We Achieve Victory Are As Important As The Victory Itself.

It's A Mystery," Vin Said, Narrowing Her Eyes And Smiling. "we Mistborn Are Incredibly Mysterious." Elend Paused." Um...i'm Mistborn Too, Vin. That Doesn't Make Any Sense." "we Mistborn Need Not Make Sense," Vin Said." It's Beneath Us. Come On-the Sun's Already Down. We Need To Get Moving.

I Consider Myself To Be A Man Of Principle. But, What Man Does Not? Even The Cutthroat, I Have Noticed, Considers His Actions "moral" After A Fashion. Perhaps Another Person, Reading Of My Life, Would Name Me A Religious Tyrant. He Could Call Me Arrogant. What Is To Make That Man's Opinion Any Less Valid Than My Own? I Guess It All Comes Down To One Fact: In The End, I'm The One With The Armies.

In The End, All Men Die. How You Lived Will Be Far More Important To The Almighty Than What You Accomplished.