Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

There's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle until the water clears otherwise it will taste sour. (paraphrased)

In the future, when Joss Whedon and I are best friends and hanging out together in my tree fort, I hope Neil Gaiman comes over too.

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.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

Eres mi puerto seguro en un mar infinito y tempestuoso.

Además, la rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.

Todos mis pupilos deben ser capaces de defender sus ideas. Hagas lo que hagas en la vida, tu ingenio te defenderá más a menudo que una espada. ¡Cultívalo!

Nothing but the truth could break me. What is harder than the truth?

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.

If you sell me a horse that throws a shoe, or starts to limp, or spooks at shadows, I will miss a valuable opportunity. A quite unrecoverable opportunity. If that happens, I will not come back and demand a refund. I will not petition the constable. I will walk back to Imre this very night and set fire to your house. Then, when you run out the front door in your nightshirt and stockle-cap, I will kill you, cook you, and eat you. Right there on your lawn while all your neighbors watch.

The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought, but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she'd snap and crack the world in two.

Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?' 'I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones.

I said nothing. Like a child playing find-and-catch, it was my sincere hope that if I closed my eyes and remained perfectly still, the pain wouldn´t be able to find me.

De modo que esa es la diferencia entre contar una historia y estar dentro una historia: el miedo.

Solo la verdad podría romperme. ¿Qué hay más duro que la verdad?

He felt himself go cold as he suddenly realized what a dangerous game he was playing. So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

Well, you know what they say: Finding the right analogy is as hard as…" I put on a thoughtful expression. "As hard as…" I made an inarticulate grasping gesture.

Took an arrow in the knee on my way through the Eld three summers ago. It gives out every now and then.

Siempre he preferido las noches sin luna. A oscuras es más fácil hablar. Es más fácil ser uno mismo» —Denna.

No me importa que me llamen mentiroso. Lo soy. Soy un mentiroso extraordinario. Pero no soporto que me llamen mentiroso cuando estoy diciendo la verdad." Kvothe

Some thing had eaten all the perfect soap she'd made. It dared come here, into the proper place for soap, and eat it all. She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Aethe, near my heart. Without vanity, the ribbon. Without duty, the wind. Without blood, the victory.

So much was so easy. Glamour was second nature. It was just making folk see what they wanted to see. Fooling folk was as simple as singing. Tricking folk and telling lies, it was like breathing. But this? Convincing someone of the truth that they were too twisted to see? How could you even begin?