Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu's angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Tehlu broke them in his hands and sent them howling into the nameless void. Your childhood friend didn't stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.

Laziness is one of my best characteristics

His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.

He then proceeded to shout at Alpha and Beta, a sign that he was in a genuine good mood. They took it as calmly as ever, in spite of the fact that he accused them of things I'm sure no donkey has ever willingly done, especially not Beta, who possessed impeccable moral character.

I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made. Some might take offense at this way of seeing things, not understanding how a trouper views his music. They might think I degrade women. They might consider me callous, or boorish, or crude. But those people do not understand love, or music, or me.

It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.

They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

You know, I could have carried you.

If there's one thing I'm well versed in it's my own good qualities.

Music explains itself...It is the road and it is the map that shows the road. It is both together.

Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.

A poet is a musician that 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.

The world needs people like you,' Simmon said in the tone of voice that let me know he was turning philosophical. 'You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You're a rare creature.

I hate it when I have to wait the next book in a series to come out. Don't you hate it when you have to wait for the next book in a series to come out?

While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth." Vashet smiled lazily. "And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart, [...}

I heard the silence pouring from them. The audience held themselves quiet, tense, and tight, as if the song had burned them worse than flame. Each person held their wounded selves closely, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

I hate nothing more than doing things badly.

Asking to hold a musician's instrument is roughly similar to asking to kiss a man's wife.

Bitter." "That's how you know it's real medicine," I said. "If it tasted good it would be candy." "Isn't that the way of the world?" she said. "We want the sweet things, but we need the unpleasant ones.

So rather than risk saying the wrong thing, I said nothing.