A troublesome question? Those tend to be the only whorthwhile kind. Patrick Rothfuss More Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss More Quotes From Patrick Rothfuss I've never really understood the desire people have to quantify a baby. "He's X big and Y long," As if the baby is a fish you're not sure you're going to keep. Or some prize potato you're hoping will win a prize at the county fair. Patrick Rothfuss winningbabylong What were you thinking?" Bast said with an odd mixture of confusion and concern. Coat was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much Bast. My greatest successes tended to come when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right, even if there was no explantion for what I did. Patrick Rothfuss confusionlongthinking Still, these days when I daydream about the movie, I don't think about the big picture. It's more fun for me to think of little things that would add to the movie. I like to think the powers that be would let me amuse myself with some small things in order to shut me up while they re-write the screenplay to turn Kvothe into a lesbian, shape-changing unicorn. Patrick Rothfuss writingfunthinking For most practical purposes Tarbean had two pieces: Waterside and Hillside. Waterside is where people are poor. That makes them beggars, thieves, and whores. Hillside is where people are rich. That makes them solicitors, politicians, and courtesans. Patrick Rothfuss thievestwopeople Chronicler picked up his pen, but before he could dip it, Kvothe held up a hand. "Let me say one thing before I start. I've told stories in the past, painted pictures with words, told hard lies and harder truths. Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know. Patrick Rothfuss menlyingpast If I'd been whoring before class and waved a corset at him, no one would have thought twice about it! Patrick Rothfuss corsetsifsclass When the hearthfire turns to blue, what to do? what to do? run outside, run and hide when his eyes are black as crow? where to go? where to go? near and far. Here they are. see a man without a face? move like ghosts from place to place. whats their plan? whats their plan? Chandrian. Chandrian Patrick Rothfuss eyerunningmoving The Chancellor looked down at the empty table for a minute. Then he shrugged, looked up, and gave a surprisingly jaunty smile. "All in favor of admitting first-term Kvothe's reckless use of sympathy as proof of mastery of basic principles of sympathy vote by show of hands. Patrick Rothfuss masteryprincipleshands Did I ever mention I used to be a delivery driver too? I was. I can read a map. What’s more, using a brilliant mixture of zen navigation, Aristotelian logic, and pure rage I can get you your package and/or delicious sandwich relatively close to on-time. Patrick Rothfuss mapsmixturessandwiches Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Ever. Patrick Rothfuss name-of-the-windstupidestcongratulations Someone's parents have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs. Patrick Rothfuss singingparentsong Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor. Patrick Rothfuss stewbachelorslifetime I don't speak fluent bumpkin. Patrick Rothfuss fluentspeak When left to its own devices it tends to make me look as if I’ve been set afire. Patrick Rothfuss devicesleftlooks I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name. Patrick Rothfuss circleslightnames Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies. Patrick Rothfuss tomorrowboysway Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold. Patrick Rothfuss lightfirefall I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves. Patrick Rothfuss piecesstoriesknows Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God. Patrick Rothfuss fearlessfoolpriests We are more than the parts that form us. Patrick Rothfuss name-of-the-windform
