Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss

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.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didnt talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

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.

Dont get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? Thats a story. Handled properly, its more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.

If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldnt have needed to write a whole novel about it.

But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.

Only priests and fools are fearless and Ive never been on the best of terms with God.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That´s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. Isummoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

Just handle the books gently and you’ll get along fine.

There were two sets of double doors leading out of the antechamber, one marked STACKS and the other TOMES. Not knowing the difference between the two, I headed to the ones labeled STACKS. That was what I wanted. Stacks of books. Great heaps of books. Shelf after endless shelf of books.

Its the questions we cant answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and hell look for his own answers.

There is a great difference between being fearless and being brave.

Once I knew what was bothering me, the greater part of my uneasiness left. Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

If you fall, you fall, Elodin shrugged. Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.

What about falling? I asked. If you fall, you fall. Elodin shrugged. Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket, Wil said. And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.