“Great, Elend thought. I’ve filled my inner council with a bunch of thrill-seeking masochists. Even worse, I’ve decided to join them.”
“Delsani, you said that the Wizard and Witch Councils have joined?” said Saren curiously.“Yes. The Councils have decided to join together into one,” said Delsani, “so there wil be twice the boredom and twice as many stupid ideas.”
“In the name of freedom and redistribution of wealth, I’ve decided to grow a beard on my chest.”
“I’ve decided to cut back on my sugar intake by applying it externally, as a dermal abrasion.”
“I’ve decided the act that cannot wait / is the important will to create / But, ah, if my belly is ignored / the pantry door I shall implore / But I’ve been known to reach the bed / ideas still famished in my head.”
“Supposing I’ve said I hate him, or worse still, that I love him, in my sleep.”