It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. Patrick Rothfuss More Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss More Quotes From Patrick Rothfuss But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect. Patrick Rothfuss fantasy-loveand-loveperfect I grew up reading Tolkien, and I love him. But I love him in the way that you love that rambly old grandfather. You have to sit through some pretty off-topic stuff before he starts telling his cool old war stories. Patrick Rothfuss i-love-himreadingwar I swear I've never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren't naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now. Patrick Rothfuss knackgracemen Nobody cooks using just one ingredient. Why would you write using just one flavor of story? Patrick Rothfuss flavorstorieswriting Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes. Patrick Rothfuss herowiseowl One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning. Patrick Rothfuss warningdoorsthinking It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one. Patrick Rothfuss tiresomehappenschildren There is a difference between something being essential, and it being necessary. If you take your favorite book and strip it down to what is merely essential to tell the story, it would be butchery. The end result would horrify you. Essential is the bones of the story, but the soul lives somewhere else. Patrick Rothfuss differencessomewhere-elsebook 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. Not hysterical laughter, but the helpless laughter of someone who's just heard something so funny they can't help but bubble over with it. She put her hands over her mouth and shook with it, the only sound was a low huffing that escaped through her fingers. There was another flash of blue fire from below. Denna froze midlaugh, then took her hands away from her mouth. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and spoke softly with a slight quaver in her voice, "Mooooo. Patrick Rothfuss laughtereyefire What are the three most important rules of the chemist?" This I knew from Ben. "Label clearly. Measure twice. Eat elsewhere. Patrick Rothfuss labelsthreeimportant Everything said, you couldn't hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned. Patrick Rothfuss huntinghalfsoldier Science is just magic with better PR. Patrick Rothfuss magic Simmon pushed his hair out of his eyes, laughing boyishly. "You can't argue your way out of this one! She's obviously stupid for you. And you're just plain stupid, so it's a great match. Patrick Rothfuss eyestupidhair A poet is a musician who can't sing. Patrick Rothfuss musicianpoet Why are you smiling?' 'I'm relieved,' I said honestly. 'I was worried I'd given myself cadmium poisoning, or I had some mysterious disease. This is just someone trying to kill me. Patrick Rothfuss mysteriousdiseasetrying Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit. Patrick Rothfuss neighborpaymight Fantasy is my favorite genre for reading and writing. We have more options than anyone else, and the best props and special effects. That means if you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Patrick Rothfuss readingwritingmean I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool. Patrick Rothfuss winningsongbeautiful It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that? Patrick Rothfuss name-of-the-windnotesreading ...if I have ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking. Patrick Rothfuss shadowheartchildren
