Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

IT WAS NIGHT AGAIN. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

Tests were fine and good. Tests were important. Tests were like rehearsal. But all that really matters is what happens when the audience is watching. This is a truth all troupers know.

Mis habitaciones eran tan agradables que tardé casi un día entero en darme cuenta de cuánto las odiaba.

you are a night walker. a moon follower. you must be safe from iron, from cold, from spite. you must be quiet. you must be light. you must move softly in the night. you must be quick and unafraid." She nodded to herself. "this means I must make you a shaed." She

La habría seguido y habría intentado resolverlo todo, pero ella ya estaba fuera, y faltaba menos de una hora para mi entrevista de admisiones. Además, si trataba de ayudar a todas las mujeres que Ambrose había traumatizado, no tendría tiempo para comer ni para dormir.

as is often the case, especially for children, the anticipation proved much more exciting than the reality.

Klebety ?loveka nútia kona? skôr, ako je pripravený, inokedy zni?ia jeho nádej, ešte než dozreje.

Existe una clase de camaradería que solo se da entre los hombres que han peleado contra los mismos enemigos o que han conocido a las mismas mujeres.

Secrets are the cornerstone of civilization,

Hay dos cosas que deben recordar. La primera es que nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres. —Dejó de pasearse y nos miró—. La segunda es que hasta el nombre más sencillo es tan complejo que su mente jamás podría tantear siquiera sus límites, y mucho menos entenderlo lo bastante bien para pronunciarlo.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this.

some tight-laced spinster with a mouth like a cat's ass.

No hay veleidad como la del viento o el capricho de una mujer.

Eran unos amigos excelentes. Esa clase de amigos con que todo el mundo sueña pero que nadie merece, y yo menos que nadie.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE Losing the Light

I never talked about my parents, and referring to them in the past tense felt uncomfortable. Disloyal.

I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

A veces los nombres se basan en otros más antiguos. Cuanto más antiguo es el nombre, más cerca está de la verdad.

It is a lovely color," I said. "We fiery types should really stick together." "We should," she agreed. "I propose we stick together at fifty percent interest over a two-month term." "Fine," I said, slumping

Tak reflects the subtle turning of the world. It is a mirror we hold to life. No one wins a dance, boy. The point of dancing is the motion that a body makes. A well-played game of tak reveals the moving of a mind. There is a beauty to these things for those with eyes to see it...' I looked down at the board. 'The point isn't to win?' I asked. 'The point,' Bredon said grandly, 'is to play a beautiful game.

If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.

as different as water and alcohol. In equal glasses they look the same. Both liquid. Both clear. Both wet, after a fashion. But one will burn, the other will not. This has nothing to do with temperament or timing. These two things behave differently because they are profoundly, fundamentally not the same.

in the same way that winter was always cold. You complained, took sensible precautions, and got on with the business of living your life.

I haven't told many stories lately, and I find myself unreasonably dry.