“Once upon a time,” I began. “There was a little boy born in a little town. He was perfect, or so his… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“My father referred to it as "the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers." He made me play it when I was… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“As my father used to say: “Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“I brought you a feather with the spring wind in it, but since you were late...' she looked a me gravely, 'you… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“My mother once told me she knew a man who owed fealty to himself,” I said. “Owed himself a share of his… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence.… — 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
You still think I've gone cracked in the head," Ben said, amused. "Listen, if tomorrow we pulled into Biren and someone told… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“I am not Menda, though that is what my mother called me. I am Tehlu, lord above all. I have come to… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Someone's parents have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“I’m not,” Ben said. “I’m careful. There’s a difference.” “Of course,” my father said. “I’d never—” “Save it for the paying customers,… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“As my father used to say: "There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through… — 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
