“Many an ancient lord's last words had been, "You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.”

“But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”

“Cause I've got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you...”

“Do you hate me because I have magic?""Of course not.""Do you love me despite my magic?"He thought a minute. "No. I love everything about you, and your magic is part of you. That was how I got past the Confessor's magic. If I had loved you despite your power, I wouldn't have been accepting you for who you are. Your magic would have destroyed me.”

“I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out. ”

“I killed you once", the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier."You tried", Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. "But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you've never been able to kill no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”