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  • #1
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #2
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #3
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #4
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “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 fear to speak of during day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #5
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it’s a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce."
    "It’s a clever lettuce, then."
    "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it’s a lettuce?"
    "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked.
    "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #6
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “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. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't 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? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.”
    Patrick Rothfuss

  • #7
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #8
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Its like he knows he's better than you, but doesn't look down on you for it because he knows it's not your fault.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #9
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #10
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “It was only then I realized I didn't know the name of Elodin's class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin's name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: "Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass."
    I sighed and penned my name in the single blank space beneath.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #11
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet.”
    Patrick Rothfuss

  • #12
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur
    Long-lost in ledger all hope forgotten.
    Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer
    Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding
    Breathless her breast her high blood rising
    To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.

    “That sort of thing,” Simmon said absently, his eyes still scanning the pages in front of him.

    I saw Fela turn her head to look at Simmon, almost as if she were surprised to see him sitting there.

    No, it was almost as if up until that point, he’d just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually saw him.

    Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn’t notice it herself. It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #13
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I needed to let them know they couldn't hurt me. I've learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #14
    Neil Gaiman
    “I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.”
    Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

  • #15
    Neil Gaiman
    “Beg for mercy,” said the Elephant.
    That one was easy. “Mercy!” said the Marquis. “I beg! I plead! Show me mercy—the finest of all gifts. It befits you, mighty Elephant, as lord of your own demesne, to be merciful to one who is not even fit to wipe the dust from your excellent toes …”
    “Did you know,” said the Elephant, “that everything you say sounds sarcastic?”
    Neil Gaiman, How the Marquis Got His Coat Back

  • #16
    Scott Lynch
    “There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #17
    Scott Lynch
    “I cut off his fingers to get him to talk, and when he'd confessed everything I wanted to hear, I had his fucking tongue cut out, and the stump cauterized."

    Everyone in the room stared at him.

    "I called him an asshole, too," said Locke. "He didn't like that.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #18
    Scott Lynch
    “Nice bird, asshole!”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #19
    Scott Lynch
    “When you don't know everything that you could know, it's a fine time to shut your fucking noisemaker and be polite.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #20
    Scott Lynch
    “I don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #21
    Scott Lynch
    “If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #22
    Scott Lynch
    “Advice," Doña Vorchenza chuckled. "Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #23
    Scott Lynch
    “It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #24
    Scott Lynch
    “If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #25
    Scott Lynch
    “A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts.

    Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded.

    Thanks for watchmen asleep at their posts.

    Thanks for the city to nurture us and the night to hide us.

    Thanks for friends to help us spend the loot.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #26
    Scott Lynch
    “I'm not gong to kill you," said Locke

    I'm going to play a little game I like to call 'Scream in pain until you answer my fucking questions.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #27
    Scott Lynch
    “In a fair fight, the don's man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calo's blood, so it stood to reason that this fight would have to be as unfair as possible.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #28
    Scott Lynch
    “Fuckdamn,” said Conté, totally unable to help himself when the sums involved vanished over his mental horizon. “Beg pardon, Doña Sofia.”
    “You should.” She drained her snifter in one quick unladylike gulp. “Your calculations are off. This merits a triple fuckdamn at least.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora
    tags: humor

  • #29
    Scott Lynch
    “Justice is red.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #30
    Scott Lynch
    “Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull."

    "Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours...”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora



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