Favorite Quotes

"[Ben] then proceeded to shout at Alpha and Beta, a sign that he was in a genuine good mood. They took it as calmly as ever, in spite of the fact that he accused them of things I'm sure no donkey has ever willingly done, especially not Beta, who possessed impeccable moral character" (p97)

"Waterside is where people are poor. That makes them beggars, thieves, and whores. Hillside is where people are rich. That makes them solicitors, politicians, and courtesans." (p144)

"It has taken me nearly three years to get here. I may seem young, but I belong here as much, if not more, than some rich lordling who can't tell salt from cyanide by tasting it." (Kvothe, p235)

"'So same can the humble thrush well know its north?' I mean, I don't even know how to begin to criticize that. It practically mocks itself.'
'What do you know of poetry?' Ambrose said without bothering to turn around
'I know a limping verse when I hear it.' I said. 'But this isn't even limping. A limp has rhythm. This is more like someone falling down a set of stairs. Uneven stairs. With a midden at the bottom.'
'It's a sprung rhythm' he said, his voice stiff and offended. 'I wouldn't expect you to understand'
'Sprung?' I burst out with an incredulous laugh. 'I understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly 'sprung,' I'd kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear that the local dogs might gnaw on it and die." (p 284)

"'He's not a bad sort.' I mused after he left. 'For nobility.'
Wilem nodded. 'It's 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." (p300)

"Women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while. But Dianne... Dianne is like a waterfall of spark pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone. You can't help but look, can't help but want it. You might even put your hand on it for a second. But you can't hold it. She'll break your heart..." (Deoch, p 444)

"I steadied her, and we moved apart. But after she regained her footing, she kept her hand resting lightly on my arm. I moved slowly, as if a wild bird had landed there and I was desperately trying to avoid startling it into flight." (p 510)

"Lentaren and I nodded politely to each other. 'I'll come find you before too long,' she said, turning to face me as they walked past.
'Go on.' I nodded in the direction they'd been heading. 'Don't let me keep you." (p602)