“You know that feeling when you tip your chair too far and begin to fall backward? The sensation was something like that,… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder /… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“So they clutched at her like shipwrecked sailors, clinging to the rocks despite the fact that they are being battered to death… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
It's like the query letter problem that I just mentioned, magnified a hundredfold. You might be good at telling a story, but that doesn't… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Prefiero tocar canciones que divierten a mis amigos que complacer a quienes me juzgan basándose solo en habladurías" - Kvothe” — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“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… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)” — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I have a blog where I keep in touch with my fans. I write about things that are important to me. Sometimes on there… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
