The Daily Rothfuss

Simmon caught his first glimpse of bare leg beneath a flowing dress and declared spring had officially arrived. [WMF]

I had saved Fela, rushed into the fire and carried her to safety. Just like Prince Gallant out of some storybook. It was my first taste of being a hero. I found it quite to my liking. [NoTW]

"I am no tree. No more than is a man a chair. I am the Cthaeh. You are fortunate to find me. Many would envy you your chance." [WMF]

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. [NoTW]

Of the battle itself I have only one thing to say. More people died at Drossen Tor than are living in the world today. [NoTW]

"Kvothe," I said, "just Kvothe." "Just Kvothe," Wilem toasted behind me. "And Aloine," Simmon added, and began to cry softly into the crook of his arm. [NotW]

I played soft and slow, sending notes no farther than the circle of our firelight. Fingers and strings made a careful conversation, as if their dance described the lines of an infatuation. [NotW]

If there had been lovers in the beds of the inn, they would have sighed and moaned and shamed the silence into being on its way. [WMF]

Simmon caught his first glimpse of bare leg beneath a flowing dress and declared spring had officially arrived. [WMF]

He wore rings of stone Iron, amber, wood, and bone There were rings unseen on his second hand One was blood in a flowing band One of air all whisper thin And the ring of ice had a flaw within Full faintly shone the ring of flame And the final ring was without name [WMF]

Vashet gave me a long look, curiosity plain on her face. "I will admit, I’ve never had a student offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he’s worth my time." "This was nothing, " I said nonchalantly. "Once I jumped off a roof." [WMF]

It was one of the well-dressed travelers. He swayed a little. "You're Kvothe." "Kote, sir," Kote replied in an indulgent tone that mothers use on children and innkeepers use on drunks. [NoTW]

He moved like clockwork, like a wagon rolling down the road in well-worn ruts. [WMF]

We finished the dishes together, sharing silence between us. Sometimes that is all you can share. [WMF]

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie... I have watched old soldiers with hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colors stretched against the wind. Listen to me: these men know nothing of love. [WMF]

No amount of hard work or good intention will make crops grow if you don't have the seed to start with. [WMF]

A tinker's debt is always paid: Once for any simple trade. Twice for freely given aid. Thrice for any insult made. [NoTW]

When his eyes are black as crow? Where to go? Where to go? Near and far. Here they are. See a man without a face? Move like ghosts from place to place. What's their plan? What's their plan? Chandrian. Chandrian. [NoTW]

The room was full of murmured conversation as wealthy customers gambled, drank, and talked about whatever rich people talk about. How to properly beat the stable boy, I guessed. Or techniques for chasing the chambermaid around the estate. [WMF]

"If you needed phosphorus, where would you get it?" His tone sounded for a moment so much like Abenthy's that I forgot myself and spoke without thinking. "An apothecary?" [NoTW]