Waxillium Quotes & Sayings

It's all right Wayne," Waxillium said softly. "I've made a promise. I told Lord Harms I'd return Steris to him. And I will. That is that."
"Then I will remain and help," Marasi said. "That is that."
"And I could really use some food," Wayne added. "Fat is fat. — Brandon Sanderson

Go," Marasi said. "Do what you do best, Waxillium Ladrian."
"Which is what? Break things?"
"Break things," Marasi said, "with style. — Brandon Sanderson

Now, no complaining, Waxillium. It will help. I've put the list in this little book," Steris said, producing a palm-sized notebook, "for ease of reference. Each page contains a conversation opener, indexed to the people it will likely work best upon. The numbers below list ways you could segue the conversation into useful areas and perhaps figure out what our targets are up to, and what their connection is to the Bands of Mourning."
"I'm not socially incompetent, Steris," Wax said. "I can make small talk."
"I know that," Steris said, "but I'd rather avoid an incident like the Cett party. ... "
"Which Cett party?"
"The one where you head-butted someone."
He cocked his head. "Oh, right. That smarmy little man with the ridiculous mustache. — Brandon Sanderson

All right, see," Wayne said, "I've got it figured out. I'm gonna be a rich fellow. Made loads off of the sweat and blood o' lesser men. Only I won't say it like that, 'cuz I'll be in character, you see."
"Is that so?" Marasi said, starting up the steps.
"Yup," Wayne said, joining her. "Even brought me fancy hat." He held up a top hat and spun it on his finger.
"That hat belongs to Waxillium."
"No it don't," Wayne said, putting it on. "I gave 'im a rat for it."
"A ... rat?"
"Minus the tail," Wayne said. "On account of this hat bein' kinda dusty when I took it. Anyway, I'll be the rich fellow. You be my younger brother's daughter. — Brandon Sanderson

All of the best motives boiled down to a single, driving emotion. — Brandon Sanderson

- in case Wayne failed." "Which never happens." Wayne grinned and took a bite of his apple, hopping off his steps to walk beside Waxillium. "Except that one time. And that other one time. But those don't matter, onnacount of my getting hit to the head enough times that I can't remember them. — Brandon Sanderson

So I just smiled, thanked — Rachel Renee Russell

Don't think of it as a lie, think of it as the truth under imaginary circumstances. — Paul Hoffman

So," Marasi said, "you traded a dead man's scarf for another dead man's gun. But ... the gun itself belonged to someone dead, so by the same logic - "
"Don't try," Waxillium said. "Logic doesn't work on Wayne."
"I bought a ward against it off a traveling fortune-teller," Wayne explained. "It lets me add two 'n' two and get a pickle. — Brandon Sanderson

Waxillium found himself nodding. "You can be very wise sometimes, Wayne."
"It's onnacount of my thinkin', mate," Wayne said, tapping his head, increasing the thickness of his accent. "It's what I do wif my brain. Somma the time, at least. — Brandon Sanderson

I have known you for an entire year now, Lord Waxillium," Steris said. "I can accept you for who you are, but I am under no illusions. Something will happen at our wedding. A villain will burst in, guns firing. Or we'll discover explosives in the altar. Or Father Bin will inexplicably turn out to be an old enemy and attempt to murder you instead of performing the ceremony. It will happen. I'm merely trying to prepare for it." "You're serious, aren't you?" Wax asked, smiling. "You're actually thinking of inviting one of my enemies so you can plan for a disruption." "I've sorted them by threat level and ease of access," Steris said, shuffling through her papers. — Brandon Sanderson

He was honest," Wayne said. "I got a sense for that sort of thing." He sneezed. "You believed that Lessie really was a dancer, the first time we met her," Waxillium said, rising. "That's different. She was a woman. Good at lying, they are. The God Beyond made'm that way." "I'm ... not certain how I should take that," Marasi said. "With a pinch of copper," Waxillium said. "And a healthy dose of skepticism. Just like anything Wayne says. — Brandon Sanderson

We should enjoy it while we have it and not ruin the moment worrying about losing it. — Josephine Angelini

Well," Waxillium said. "Perhaps I should begin by asking after your health."
"Perhaps you should," Steris replied.
"Er. Yes. How's your health?"
"Suitable."
"So is Waxillium," Wayne added.
They all turned to him.
"You know," he said. "He's wearing a suit, and all. Suitable. Ahem. Is that mahogany? — Brandon Sanderson

Waxillium had seen some odd things in his life. He'd visited koloss camps in the Roughs, even been invited to join their numbers. He'd met and spoken with God himself and had received a personal gift from Death. That did not prepare him for the sight of a pretty young woman's chest turning nearly transparent, one of the breasts splitting and offering up the hilt of a small handgun. — Brandon Sanderson

Constant muscular activity was natural for the child, and, therefore, the immense effort of the drillmaster teachers to make children sit still was harmful and useless. — G. Stanley Hall

Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky."
Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat."
Marasi frowned. "I ... I'm not sure I know how to respond."
Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne. — Brandon Sanderson

The more alone you are," Waxillium said softly, "the more important it is to have someone you can rely upon. — Brandon Sanderson

You bastard!" Wax shouted toward the box.
"Now, now," the box said. "That's patently false, Waxillium. You have a very clear understanding of my parentage. — Brandon Sanderson

We both know the kandra wanted him on this mission, and they arranged the meeting with me to try to hook him. At the precinct, when I accomplish something, everyone assumes I had Waxillium's help. Sometimes it's like I'm no more than an appendage."
"You're not that at all, Marasi," Wayne said. "You're important. You help out a lot. Plus you smell nice, and not all bloody and stuff."
"Great. I have no idea what you just said."
"Appendages don't smell nice," Wayne said. "And they're kinda gross. I cut one outta a fellow once."
"You mean an appendix?"
"Sure." He hesitated. "So ... "
"Not the same thing."
"Right. Thought you was makin' a metaphor, since people don't need one of those and all. — Brandon Sanderson

So, Wax," Wayne butted in. "Where did you say that bloke was who had my hat?"
"I told you that he got away after I shot him."
"I was hoping he'd dropped my hat, you know. Getting shot makes people drop stuff."
Waxillium sighed. "He still had it on when he left, I'm afraid."
Wayne started cursing.
"Wayne," Marasi said. "It's only a hat."
"Only a hat?" he asked, aghast.
"Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky."
"It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat. — Brandon Sanderson

Those mountains to the right," Waxillium said, pointing. "Those are some taller peaks than the ones we've been passing."
"Yah!" Allik said. "Good eye, O Observan - "
"Stop with the titles."
"Yes, um, O Confusing ... er ... " Allik took a deep breath. — Brandon Sanderson

They're all Allomancers," Waxillium guessed. "More than that," Wayne said. "They're all relatives." "It's only been three hundred years since the Originators, Wayne. We're all relatives." "Does that mean you'll take responsibility for me?" "No. — Brandon Sanderson

He had years of experience and training. She'd unraveled them in a week, and he was left at loose ends. This distraction, this madness of desire and yearning- it was everything a man in his position needed to avoid.
On second thought, perhaps his senses hadn't been muddled. After all, they had been meticulously attuned to detect the slightest hint of peril.
This woman- this beautiful, unbiddable, all-too-perceptive woman- was his personal embodiment of danger. She could ruin him. Destroy everything he'd worked to become.
And she would do it all with a smile. — Tessa Dare

Money is meaningless." Waxillium perked up. "What?" "Only expectation has value as currency, Waxillium," Uncle Edwarn said. "This coin is worth more than the others because people think it is. They expect it to be. The most important things in the world are worth only what people will pay for them. If you can raise someone's expectation ... if you can make them need something ... that is the source of wealth. Owning things of value is secondary to creating things of value where none once existed. — Brandon Sanderson

Remember, its all about you and the dress. Nothing more, so keep the accessories very discreet. — Alice Temperley

The mists seemed to draw back. Waxillium stood there, wearing a large, dusterlike coat, cut into strips below the waist. A pair of revolvers gleamed in holsters at his hips, and he rested a shotgun on each shoulder. His face was bloodied, but he was smiling. — Brandon Sanderson