The Chancellor looked down at the empty table for a minute. Then he shrugged, looked up, and gave a surprisingly jaunty smile.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
On the other hand, winning awards is cool. Aside from the warm fuzzy, it creates publicity, and that helps spread the word… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
There is some conflict between religion and science in my world, but that's nothing new. Science, at its root, is a rational… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
In the hours that followed, I learned that Ademic hand gestures did not actually represent facial expressions. It was nothing so simple… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
On his first hand he wore rings of stone, Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone. There were rings unseen on his second hand,… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched sailors on the shore stare… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
With his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
She reached up and lay her hand on my cheek. "You have the sweetest face," she said, looking at me dreamily. "It's… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
It doesn't eat meat." I said. "It's a herbivore. It's like a big cow." Denna looked at me and started to laugh.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s angels. They were like… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Chronicler picked up his pen, but before he could dip it, Kvothe held up a hand. "Let me say one thing before… — 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
