A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lighting's going to strike".

— Patrick Rothfuss

A woman who goes around wearing a knife is obviously looking for trouble." She reached deep into her pocket and brought out a long, slender piece of metal, glittering all along one edge. "However a woman who carries a knife is ready for trouble. Generally speaking, it's easier to appear harmless. It's less trouble all around.

— Patrick Rothfuss

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 didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

— Patrick Rothfuss

Bast looked at him incredulously." The whole world is burning down,"he said." Open your eyes.

— Patrick Rothfuss

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

— Patrick Rothfuss

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

— Patrick Rothfuss

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

— Patrick Rothfuss

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

— Patrick Rothfuss

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.

— Patrick Rothfuss

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 on his own belly. "Ha ha ha," he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. "Huh huh huh," he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. "Same place. Not healthy to push down.

— Patrick Rothfuss