Katharina

“Think of music as being a great snarl of a city [...]. In the years I spent living there, I came to know its streets. Not just the main streets. Not just the alleys. I knew shortcuts and rooftops and parts of the sewers. Because of this, I could move through the city like a rabbit in a bramble. I was quick and cunning an clever.
Denna, on the other hand, had never been trained. She knew nothing of shortcuts. You’d think she’d be forced to wander the city, lost and helpless, trapped in a twisting maze of mortared stone. But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn’t. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot.”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

“An' writin' even goes on sayin' a man's wurds after he's deid! Ye cannae tell me that's right!”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“Did she help people?" Miss Level added.
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"She made them help one another, she said. "She made them help themselves."
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Miss Level sighed. "Not many of us are that good," she said.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky