The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets. — 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
