Quotes About Rothfuss

Do you know what it's like to run spellcheck for six hours? It's like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up.

Auri," I asked slowly, "are you joking with me?" She looked up and grinned. "Yes I am," she said proudly. "Isn't it wonderful?

over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear,

Congratulations, he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. "Ever.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning.

Ben's training has given me a memory so clean and sharp I have to be careful not to cut myself sometimes.

Y salí por la puerta haciendo ondear la capa detrás de mi. Soy Ruh hasta la médula, y cuando ha terminado la escena, sé salir del escenario.

Cuarenta talentos -dijo Devi con rabia -Tarifas del gremio. Y me acuesto contigo.

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

Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous.

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

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

ponder my vast cleverness while I sleep. Wake me when you need anything else figured out.

my safety and sanity were at stake. I believed the world was more interesting with Kvothe in it

inexperienced eyes, fairly attractive. The official story was that she needed someone to tutor

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

Just a little meddling with dark forces better left alone," I said lightly, holding up the burning shingle.

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

Elodin nodded. "It is a lovely name," he said politely. "And it suits you." "It does," she agreed. "It is like having a flower in my heart.

pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return.

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

This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself.

It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way. Still, I hope.