After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were sticking his hand into a fire. Nothing happened, both of them seemed moderately surprised." Amazing, isn't it?" Vote addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

— Patrick Rothfuss

All stories are true,” Sharp said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

— Patrick Rothfuss

And there was Ambrose. To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavors of our relationship. It was more like the two of us entered into a business partnership in order to more efficiently pursue our mutual interest of hating each other.

— Patrick Rothfuss

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

— Patrick Rothfuss

Anything you say at this point cannot be trusted. You know I am well and furious, so you are in the grip of fear. This means I cannot trust any word you say, as it comes from fear. You are clever, and charming, and a liar. I know you can bend the world with your words. So I will not listen.

— Patrick Rothfuss

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.

— Patrick Rothfuss

Are you hurt?"" Absolutely," I said. "Especially in my everywhere.

— Patrick Rothfuss

As I fingered my way through the songs, I felt my worries slough away. My music has always been the best remedy for my dark moods. As I sang, even my bruises seemed to pain me less.

— Patrick Rothfuss

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

— Patrick Rothfuss

As my father used to say: “There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.” - Vote the Bloodless (The Name of The Wind)

— Patrick Rothfuss