Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

The sound of it made me feel like a cat grabbed by the tail and rubbed backward with a wet hand.

More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

It's not the first time I should be dead, Bast. I'm a fair hand at avoiding it.

Barbarians have no woman to teach them civilization. Barbarians cannot learn." I

Nothin' plugs a man's ears like money.

That's how they made them years ago, before metal strings, before they knew how to brace a long neck. It's incredible. There's more careful engineering in that swan neck than in any three cathedrals.

Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect. Stanchion

how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie. Between history and an entertaining story.

Tu es le vin doux dans ma bouche, la chanson dans ma gorge et la rire dans mon coeur.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.

I don't mind being called a liar. I am. I am a marvelous liar. But I hate being called a liar when I'm telling the perfect truth. Regardless

Careful boy, that one will steal your heart. Men fall for her like wheat before a sickle blade.

That's the first thing you said to me. I was just wondering why you're here. My seven words. I've been wondering the same thing for so long.

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

Damn little gadflies think they can buy the sun out the sky, don't they?" "This particular one could probably afford it," I said grimly. "And the moon too, if he wanted the matched set to use as bookends.

I won't have any part of it. Not for the world. Trying to help right now would be like trying to put out a fire with my hands. Painful, and with no real results.

It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect. Stanchion

fewer wits than tits,

She shook her head vigorously, refusing to look at me as tears started to spill down her cheeks. "It's not fine. I should have known. You hold it like it's your baby. If anyone in my life had ever looked at me the way you look at that lute, I'd …

If you make art, and you're not trying to make the world a better place, then what the fuck are you doing?!

El desconocido era pura oscuridad: capa negra con capucha, máscara negra, guantes negros. Encanis estaba delante de mí ofreciéndome una moneda de plata en la que se reflejaba la luz de la luna.

As I made my desolate way back to the stairs, my wise self took the opportunity to berate me. That is what comes of hope, it said. No good. Still, you are better having missed her. She could never have been equal to her voice. That voice, fair and terrible as burning silver, like moonlight on river stones, like a feather against your lips.

There is no joy!" Lanre shouted in an awful voice. Stones shattered at the sound and the sharp edges of echo came back to cut at them. "Any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. I am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. I sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing." Selitos saw nothing but emptiness behind his eyes.

There's no place tae farm on the bluffs, unless yoor growen rocks," he said hotly.