Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?

A poet is a musician that can’t sing. Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.

I can’t count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.

I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much”.

She wasn’t dressed like a student. She wore an elaborate burgundy dress with long skirts, a tight waist, and matching burgundy gloves that rose all the way to her elbows.Moving deliberately, she managed to get down off the stool without tangling her feet and made her way over to stand nest to my table. Her...

Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.

You’re sure your new roommate won’t be like the last one who wore tinfoil socks and had a tendency to occasionally urinate in the refrigerator. You’re sure you’ll pass Math 106 this time around. You’re determined to actually join some clubs this year and not just sit around in your dorm eating spray cheese from...

What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Chronicler snapped. “You’re just spouting nonsense now.””I’m spouting too much sense for you to understand,” Bast said testily.

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...

I understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly ‘sprung,’ I’d kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear the local dogs might gnaw on it and die.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

You are unmannerly,sharp-tounged, and show no respect for your betters,which is practically everyone given your lowly ravel birth.””I am Edema Ruh to my bones.That means my blood is red.It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me.I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man’s title.That looks...

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

Sabes que eres listo. Ese es tu punto débil. Das por hecho que sabes dónde te metes, pero no lo sabes.

His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.

I’ve always liked the moonless night best. It’s easier to say things in the dark. It’s easier to be yourself.

A tree doesn’t make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lighting´s going to strike”.

Patience and propriety. It was the only graceful thing to do.

Nothing like your marvelous facebear,

Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

The point isn’t to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

I am as lovely as the moon.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others...

If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn’t have needed to write a whole novel about it.

Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.

They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you’ll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.

Chronicler shook his head and Bast gave a frustrated sigh. “How about plays? Have you seen The Ghost and the Goosegirl or The Ha’penny King?”Chronicler frowned. “Is that the one where the king sells his crown to an orphan boy?”Bast nodded. “And the boy becomes a better king than the original. The goosegirl dresses like...

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.

Go on, take it.

Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Tehlu broke them in his hands and sent them howling into...

But laugh?” He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. “Here lives laugh.” He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. “Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy.””Also cry?” I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger.”Also cry.” He put his hand...

I wish I felt as calm as I look

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood.The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.

My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as “quothe.” Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I’ve had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it’s spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree. “The...

He suggested several unpleasant, unsanitary things I could do to myself at my earliest convenience.

If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose.”Chronicler’s forehead wrinkled. “What do you mean, exactly?”Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. “Do you know how many times I’ve been beaten over the course of my life?”Chronicler shook...

I shook again, tasted plum, and suddenly the words were pouring out of me.”She said I sang before I spoke. She said when I was just a baby she had the habit of humming when she held me. Nothing like a song. Just a descending third. Just a soothing sound. Then one day she was...

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our chilhood behind.

If I ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.

Pure truth,” I said. “You are my bright penny by the roadside. You are worth more than salt or the moon on a long night of walking. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat, and laughter in my heart. […] “You are too good for me,” I said, “You are...

I would never normally approach a woman in this way, but I couldn’t help but notice that you have the eyes of a lady I was once desperately in love with. “”What a shame to love only once,” she said, showing her white teeth in a wicked smile. “I’ve heard some men can manage twice...