Quotes About Patrick Rothfuss

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

That is also an idiom." Wilem grumbled. "Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?" He shook his head.

What what," Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush.

Re'lar Kvothe," he said seriously. "I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you." He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. "Quit grabbing at my tits.

I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.

She's sweet as cream and broad of beam." - Bast

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.

Son of a bitch," I said, too stunned for proper profanity. "I've always figured him for porcine parentage myself," Wilem said dryly.

was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out of their grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing. I

But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober, either. Our exact positioning between those two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

THE TOWN WAS CALLED Hallowfell. We stopped for a handful of days because there was a good wainwright there, and nearly all our wagons needed tending or mending of some sort. While we were waiting,

the only act of creation I accomplished was to magically transform nearly a gallon of coffee into marvelous, aromatic piss.

I am sorry to tell you this thing. You are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.

Can't remember the end of that last line. Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?

It's an annoying habit I picked up from a student who was too clever for his own good." He smiled.

anyone with half a wit could tell who the shoe was meant to fit.

Lord do I dislike poetry, how can anyone remember words that aren't put to music".

Wilem snorted. "That doesn't sound suspicious at all," he said. "And you wonder why people talk about you." "I don't wonder why they talk," I said. "I wonder what they say.

It was a spider as large as a wagon wheel, black as slate.

It's like Teccam said, nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.

Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous." "I never said stupid," Ben corrected me. "You're clever.We both know that. But you can be thoughtless. A clever, thoughtless person is one of the most terrifying things there is.

I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was "now" and the location was