Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. - Duo Blind

— Brent Weeks

Tell them the Night Angel walks. Tell them Justice is come.

— Brent Weeks

The master who fears the choices his people will make enough to take those choices away isn't worth serving.

— Brent Weeks

The perfect killer has no conscience.

— Brent Weeks

The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.

— Brent Weeks

The perfect killer has no identity.

— Brent Weeks

There's no guarantee that justice will win out or that a noble sacrifice will make any difference. But when it does, there's something that still swells my chest. There's magic in that.... It tells me that's the way things are supposed to be.

— Brent Weeks

The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction—until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was a real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered—they connect with an audience—or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.

— Brent Weeks

The truth is so dear to me that if Scholar stood on one side and truth on the other, I would turn my back on my creator himself.

— Brent Weeks

This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.

— Brent Weeks