Paul Spencer

“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 walking me around the camp, and she heard me echo it back to her. Two octaves higher. A tiny piping third. She said it was my first song. We sang it back and forth to each other. For years."I choked and clenched my teeth.
"You can say it,"Auri said softly."It's okay if you say it."
"I'm never going to see her again,"I choked out. Then I began to cry in earnest.
"It's okay,"Auri said softly."I'm here. You're safe.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Did you know I never paid taxes before I came here? The Edema don’t own property, as a rule.” He gestured at the inn. “I never understood how galling it was. Some smug bastard with a ledger comes into town, makes you pay for the privilege of owning something.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spemt 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 to 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

“I'm so tired of being appreciated for my intellect." She leaned back and stretched her arms over her head. "When will I be able to find a nice boy who just wants me for my body?”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear