Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Didn't it deserve to be happy? Didn't everything deserve its proper place?

She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.

Both ends of Wains were blocked by fallen rock and earth, but in the middle it was clean as a crucible. Everything dry and tight as you please. No damp. No mold. No drafts to bring in dust. Altogether men or no, it was a seemly place, so Auri was careful to comport herself with full decorum. There were twelve oak doors lining the hall. All fine and tight and bound in brass. Over her long years in the Underthing, Auri had opened three of them.

Como dijo Teccam, no hay nada en el mundo más difícil que convencer a alguien de una verdad desconocida." - Kvothe

If you'd known how difficult it was, you never would have stood a chance of doing it.

Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself.

Rumor forces us to act before we are ready, or ruins a situation before it becomes fully ripe.

She didn't fall, but oh, her heart went icy in her chest. She sat down hard upon the steps. Too numb to walk. Her heart was cold and white as chalk.

This was nothing," I said nonchalantly. "Once I jumped off a roof.

They fight like puppies. They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters.

What would you like in trade? An answer, a favor, a secret?" - Bast

there was a dignity to doing things in your own time.

I was so deeply in the music that I couldn't have told you where it stopped and my blood began.

But still, I will try. She is in the wings now, waiting for her cue. Let us set the stage for her arrival….

when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.

And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

My fear is, what is the larger effect of my book on the world and on the minds of the people who take the time to consume it? Am I contributing in a positive way to the overall kind of collective consciousness of people in the world? I worry about that.

And second, the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward.

Money is nice, but the world is full of things that people would never sell. Favors and obligation are worth far, far more.

Cuando el mundo entero se convertía en un palimpsesto, él se convertía en un palíndromo perfecto.

If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true. It

You see, a laurel needs rain to grow. I can't do much about that. But I can keep that rain off a few musician's heads, can't I?" A sly smile wound its way onto his face. "So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep. And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.