Patrick Rothfuss

“It’s like this: if you have one piece of cake, and you eat it, that’s fine. If you have two pieces of cake, you should probably share some with a friend. But maybe not. Occasionally we could all use two pieces of cake. But if you have a whole cake, and you eat *all* of it, that’s not very cool. It’s not just selfish, it’s kinda sick and unhealthy.”

“A tinker’s debt is always paid:Thrice for any insult made.”

“It was one of those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world.”

““I’ll admit, I was disappointed to learn that dragons didn’t exist. That’s a hard lesson for a boy to learn.”Chronicler smiled. “Honestly, I was a little disappointed myself. I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.””

“I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.”

“So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.”

“So you went looking for a myth and found a man.”

“My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as “Quothe.” Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I’ve had more names than anyone has a right to.The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it’s spoken, can mean “The Flame,” “The Thunder,” or “The Broken Tree.””

“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”

“It’s hard to be wrongfully accused, but it’s worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.”

“He picked the rock back up. “Do you believe that it floated?”“Good. It didn’t. Never fool yourself into perceiving things that don’t exist.””

“Seven things has Lady LacklessLackless likes her riddle raveling.”

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”

““You don’t seem the superstitious type.”“I’m not,” Ben said. “I’m careful. There’s a difference.””

““How do they feel about demons off in Atur?” he asked.“Scared.” My father tapped his temple. “All that religion makes their brains soft.””

““Why do we stop for the greystones?”“Tradition, my boy,” he said grandly, throwing his arms wide. “And superstition. They are one and the same, anyway.””

“Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren’t put to music?”

“Remember this son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can’t sing. Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart. And, some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly, no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.”

““You’re just getting old.” She gave a dramatic sigh. “Truly, all the more’s the tragedy; the second thing to go is a man’s memory.””

“My father had a dark glimmer in his eye as he moved behind her. “Old?” He spoke in a low voice as he began to rub her shoulders again. “Woman, I have a mind to prove you wrong.”She smiled a wry smile. “Sir, I have a mind to let you.””

“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”

“But for most practical purposes Tarbean had two pieces: Waterside and Hillside. Waterside is where people are poor. That makes them beggars, thieves, and whores. Hillside is where people are rich. That makes them solicitors, politicians, and courtesans.”

““All stories are true,” Skarpi said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.””

“Nobles’ sons are one of nature’s great destructive forces, like floods or tornadoes. When you’re struck with one of these catastrophes, the only thing an average man can do is grit his teeth and try to minimize the damage.”

“Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.”

“The truth was, I needed to impress them. I knew from my previous discussions with Ben that you needed money or brains to get into the University. The more of one you had, the less of the other you needed.”

“Plainly said, he was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn’t realize that once a noose is tied, it will fit one neck as easily as another.”

“Any student of mine must be able to defend his ideas against an attack. No matter how you spend your life, your wit will defend you more often than a sword. Keep it sharp!”

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

“Upon him I will visit famine and a fire.That vengeance is the business of a man.”

“Everyone thinks chemistry and alchemy are so similar, but they’re really not. They’re not even related. They just happen to live in the same house.”

“Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”

“As my father used to say: “There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.””

“It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.”

““Piss on etiquette,” Threpe said petulantly. “Etiquette is a set of rules people use so they can be rude to each other in public.””

““Music is a fine thing, but metal lasts.” He struck the table with two huge fingers to emphasize his point....Time will eventually prove one of us right.”

““Trouble,” he chuckled. “What does a boy like you know about trouble? I was in trouble afore you were born. I been in trouble you don’t even got words for.””

“She looked at me. Looked away. “You think too much of me.”I smiled. “Perhaps you think too little of yourself.””

“Like all boys my age, I was an idiot when it came to women.”

“Wilem tapped Simmon’s shoulder. “He’s telling the truth.”“He sounds more sincere than that when he lies.””

“Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.”

“Mauthen ain’t much for listenen. Nothin’ plugs a man’s ears like money.”

“That’s a whole new type of stupid.”

“There are few things as nauseating as pure obedience.”

“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.”

“Wisdom precludes boldness.”

“You see, there’s a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every Fae child knows this, but you mortals never seem to see. We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”

“On his first hand he wore rings of stone,”

“We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

“But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.”

“"It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.”

“Oh it seemed sensible. Oh yes. Certainly. But she knew what seeming was worth in the end, didn’t she?”

“But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.”

“Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.”

“But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.”

“Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.”

“She knew better than anyone, it was worth doing things the proper way.”

“It was just as Master Mandrag always said: nine tenths of chemistry was waiting.”

“It exasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to bend to her desire.”

“They made a medley without melding or meddling.”

“It was better to be gentle and polite. It was the worst sort of selfishness to force yourself upon the world.”

“She indulged herself from time to time. It helped remind her she was truly free.”

“It was just as Mandrag said: Nine tenths of alchemy was chemistry. And nine tenths of chemistry was waiting.”

“But now she knew much more than that. So much of what she’d thought was truth before was merely tricks. No more than clever ways of speaking to the world. They were a bargaining. A plea. A call. A cry.But underneath, there was a secret deep within the hidden heart of things.”

“I never set out to become 'famous.' I mean, when you're 14 you think 'I'm gonna become a writer and people will want my autograph and that'll be cool,' but you grow up and you learn that's just not how the world works. I resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never be published and if I did it probably wouldn't be a big deal.”

“The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.”

“No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.”

“There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth."”

“No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet.”

“Maple. Maypole”

“...nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.”

“If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.”

“Maple. Maypole”

“I never set out to become 'famous.' I mean, when you're 14 you think 'I'm gonna become a writer and people will want my autograph and that'll be cool,' but you grow up and you learn that's just not how the world works. I resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never be published and if I did it probably wouldn't be a big deal.”

“I remember sitting down once, [at] three in the morning and probably the only person awake in Stevens Point [...] *imitates typing with his fingers* And I stop, and I think: "This is crap! I've spent years of my life writing crap. This will never be published - it isn't good... I've wasted years of my life!" *shrugs and types on* You do it because you like the process. I mean... you write because you like to write.”

“Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.”

“I’m just very careful with my words when I write. Obsessively careful. I’m the sort of person who worries about the difference between “slim” and “slender.””

“There is only one Whedon, and I am his prophet.”

“I really don't go in for talking about current events on the blog. The main reason for this is the fact that I am profoundly out of touch with the outside world. I don't have cable and I don't watch the news. On the rare occasion I miss the news and feel the need to absorb some fearmongering bullshit, I just drop a tab of acid and read a Lovecraft story. There's less pretense that way.”