Quotes by Brandon Mull

Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.

None of us start out strong ... And none of us have the exact same strengths.

You’re free to dream however you wish,” Nollin teased. “But don’t ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic—”“Then don’t ask us to share your weakness!” Jason interrupted.

...even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.

I find it a challenge to respect capable people who care only for their own interests.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

My father once admonished me to master the laws that govern fine writing until I could weave my words into worlds. If ever I accomplish that feat, I will sign my name to the tale.

Whatll you do if you cant find a way to cure him? Seth asked.Dale paused. Ill never know that day has come, because Ill never stop trying.

You look tired, Rachel told Jason.I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.Cant you? Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.I probably could today, Jason conceded.

Smart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others.

The good stupid is the brave kind. When theres a real reason behind. Bad stupid is everything else.

The man unwilling to brave the test has already shown himself to be much more craven than the man who fails.

Your attempt was valiant, but the fight was unfair. He was a seasoned warrior, fully armored. You were a lad with a short sword. You have a brave heart. That can be more important than size or strength.

What you call idiot points, I call awesome dollars. ~Seth

For anything worth accomplishing, we can always find reasons to doubt, just as we can also find reasons to proceed...I have chosen to side with faith and hope over doubt and despair.

...your mind was seizing on something to try to make sense of the emotion... Can you see the power emotion has to distort our outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day?

Are you missing the library again? Seth asked, startling her as he walked into the room.Kendra turned to face her brother. You caught me, she congratulated him. Im reading.I bet the librarians back home are panicking. Summer vacation, and no Kendra Sorenson to keep them in business. Have they been sending you letters?Might not hurt you to pick up a book, just as an experiment.Whatever. I looked up the definition for nerd in the dictionary. Know what it said?I bet youll tell me. If youre reading this, you are one. Youre a riot. Kendra turned back to the journal, flipping to a random page.Seth took a seat on his bed across from her. Kendra, seriously, I can sort of see reading a cool book for fun, but dusty old journals? Really? Has anybody told you there are magical creatures out there? He pointed out the window.Has anybody told you some of those creatures can eat you? Kendra responded. Im not reading these just for fun. They have good info.like what? Patton and Lena smooching?Kendra rolled her eyes. Im not telling. Youll end up in a tar pit.Theres a tar pit? he said, perking up. Where?

Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. Were going to win, he said, his voice calmer, less strained. This is nothing. Keep going. They cant stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her . . . tell her Im sorry. Tell her . . . I wanted . . . to show her . . . my little valley. Tell her I tried.His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. Shhh, she whispered. Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. Well take it from here.Failie, he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. Wheres my seed? His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him.

The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.

Not kill us, Pigeon corrected. She was mainly just trying to turn us into mindless slaves.