Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

There was a pointed silence from Ambrose, so I lowered my shirt and turned to face Fela, ignoring him entirely. "My lady scriv," I said to her with a bow. A very slight bow, as my back wouldn't permit a deep one. "Would you be so good as to help me locate a book concerning women? I have been instructed by my betters to inform myself on this most subtle subject." Fela gave a faint smile and relaxed a bit.

He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

Please, we're all friends here. Feel free to call me by my first name: Master.

I have it on good report that not only does Ambrose have a tiny, tiny penis, but he can only become aroused when in the presence of a dead dog, a painting of the Duke of Gibea, and a shirtless galley drummer.

Cualquiera puede amar algo por algún motivo. Eso es tan fácil como meterse un penique en el bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto." El Temor De Un Hombre Sabio.

Next came, as near as I could tell, the journal of a madman. While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

Abenthy started to call me Red and I called him Ben, first in retaliation, then in friendship.

Dejé de prestarle atención. Wil y Sim tenían razón: el tipo estaba mal de la cabeza. ¿Qué pasaría si yo salía corriendo de la habitación, desatrancaba la puerta y la cerraba? ¿Me lo agradecerían los otros maestros?

You think you can trust me to teach you," he said. "You think I will keep you safe. But that is the worst sort of foolishness.

My mind was learning to work in different ways, becoming stronger. It felt the same way your body feels after a day of splitting wood, or swimming, or sex. You feel exhausted, languorous, and almost godlike. I could feel my mind starting to awaken.

I don't doubt the process started sensibly.

There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Kvothe, Defend yourself well at the University. Make me proud. Remember your father's song. Be wary of folly. Your friend, Abenthy.

You speak as a dog barks," I said. "With no end. With no sense.

She has a face like a wicked moon.

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.

She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

A veces lo único que puedes hacer es marcharte.

Most things fail with age. Our hands and backs stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine.

You are not a goatherd. You are a student of the Lethani. My student. You should speak as a person of quality.

The wood was the color of dark coffee, of freshly turned earth. The curve of the bowl was perfect as a woman's hip. It was hushed echo and bright string and thrum. My lute. My tangible soul.

words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

It states that the more similar two objects are, the greater the sympathetic link. The greater the link, the more easily they influence each other.

the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.