That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
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
I'm struggling with what is epic. People decided I was epic - if by epic, do you mean a big, heavy book?… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be… — 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
The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one. — 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
