“Piss on etiquette,” Threpe said petulantly. “Etiquette is a set of ru — Patrick Rothfuss

"Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren’t put to music?"

"Plainly said, he was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn’t realize that once a noose is tied, it will fit one neck as easily as another."

"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. Thats as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."

"There are few things as nauseating as pure obedience."

"I mean seriously. If the book had a solid pub date, dont you think Id mention it? Do you think Id sit here at home, rubbing my hands together and chortling: "Yes! If I withhold this information another week, Im sure to get another 100 e-mails asking me about the book!" Yup. Thats exactly what Id do. Because obviously I am some sort of alien life form that lives on snarky fanmail and bitchy blog comments. Since I became stranded on your strange world years ago, they have been my only means of sustenance."

"Nobles’ sons are one of nature’s great destructive forces, like floods or tornadoes. When you’re struck with one of these catastrophes, the only thing an average man can do is grit his teeth and try to minimize the damage."