Top 500 Patrick Rothfuss Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.”

— Patrick Rothfuss

252. “If that happens, I will not come back and demand a refund. I will not petition the constable. I will walk back to Imre this very night and set fire to your house. Then, when you run out the front door in your nightshirt and stockle-cap, I will kill you, cook you, and eat you. Right there on your lawn while all your neighbors watch.”

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253. “What has made me most proud – the things that I’ve done that I feel the most pride about – is helping people care about making the world better.”

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254. “He taught me more than all the others set end to end. If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask that you not hold it against him. He meant well.”

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255. “Her lips were red. Not the garish painted red so many women believe makes them desirable. Her lips were always red, morning and night. As if minutes before you saw her, she had been eating sweet berries, or drinking heart’s blood.”

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256. “A poet is a musician who can’t sing.”

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257. “One of my favorite artists on Deviantart.”

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258. “Performance and music are inexorably tied together. And hell, I’ll watch Brittany’s Toxic music video all day. But there’s a difference between that and listening to Leo Kottke play guitar. One is entertainment. The other is Music.”

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259. “I can’t count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.”

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260. “Out of class, Elxa Dal was charming, soft-spoken, and even a little ridiculous when the mood was on him. But when he taught, his personality strode back and forth between mad prophet and galley-slave drummer.”

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261. “Los nombres dan forma al mundo, y un hombre que puede pronunciarlos va camino del poder.”

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262. “Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.”

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263. “He gestured at the brief and brutal lay of stones between us. “Look at that. Why would I ever want to win a game such as this?” I looked down at the board. “The point isn’t to win?” I asked. “The point,” Bredon said grandly, “is to play a beautiful game.” He lifted his hands and shrugged, his face breaking into a beatific smile. “Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?”

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264. “She didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever told her that 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.”

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265. “The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.”

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266. “Admit me for more than two jots and I will not be able to attend. Admit me for less and I will be here every day, while every night I will do what it takes to stay alive while I study here. I will sleep in alleys and stables, wash dishes for kitchen scraps, beg pennies to buy pens. I will do whatever it takes.” I said the last words fiercely, almost snarling them.”

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267. “Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune’s tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart’s mettle, and there’s no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle, or you’ll sound sour as a broken bell.”

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268. “Beyond all other trees,” she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, “the willow moves to the wind’s desire.”

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269. “I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.”

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270. “And remember, small thaws make great floods, so be twice wary of a slowly changing season.”

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271. “I just don’t understand what you see in her,” Sim said carefully. “I know she’s charming. Fascinating and all of that. But she seems rather,” he hesitated, “cruel.” I nodded. “She is.” Simmon watched me expectantly, finally said. “What? No defense for her?” “No. Cruel is a good word for her. But I think you are saying cruel and thinking something else. Denna is not wicked, or mean, or spiteful. She is cruel.”

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272. “They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.”

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273. “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 too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.”

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274. “It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.”

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275. “I’ve got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don’t have the time to work on it right now. I’m way too busy with the ‘Kingkiller Chronicles’ and being a new dad.”

— Patrick Rothfuss

276. “By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.”

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277. “Distrust turns quickly to dislike.”

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278. “You know, I could have carried you.”

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279. “Generally my favorite remarks always come from my readers. I’ve had people say my books made them laugh, or cry, or that it frightened them late at night.”

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280. “My granda always told me that fall’s the time to root up something you don’t want coming back to trouble you.′ Kote mimicked the quaver of an old man’s voice. ‘Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they’re too strong and won’t let go. Autumn... ’ He looked around at the changing leaves on the trees. ‘Autumn’s the time. In autumn everything is tired and ready to die.”

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281. “I swear I’ve never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren’t naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now.”

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282. “Now,” Kvothe said angrily, “you’ve both acted understandably, but that does not by any means mean that either of you have behaved well.”

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283. “It was, I thought idly, the most polite punch I’d ever seen. It was the careful blow of a skilled carpenter pounding a nail: hard enough to drive it fully home, but not so hard as to bruise the wood around it.”

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284. “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?”

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285. “That is like throwing two virgins into a bed. Enthusiasm, passion, and ignorance are not a good combination. Someone is likely to get hurt.”

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286. “So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn’t think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.”

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287. “I’m not a stereotypical professor type. I don’t smoke a pipe and wear a tweedy jacket. I’m more like a student who stayed at the university for so long that they gave him a job to keep him out of trouble.”

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288. “The three boys, one dark, one light, and one – for lack of a better word – fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.”

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289. “In my opinion there are two basic questions that any writer tries to answer. “What is?” is the question non-fiction asks. “What if?” is the question fiction asks. That’s the question I’m more interested in.”

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290. “I’m about to die of terminal curiosity, you know.”

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291. “Eventually, Bast spoke up. “May I ask a question, Reshi?” Kote smiled gently. “Always, Bast.” “A troublesome question?” “Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.”

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292. “But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.”

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293. “Science is just magic with better PR.”

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294. “You have a stone in your heart, and some days it’s so heavy there is nothing to be done.”

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295. “Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.”

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296. “The saying “time heals all wounds” is false.”

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297. “Everything said, you couldn’t hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned.”

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298. “She’s obviously stupid for you. And you’re just plain stupid, so it’s a great match.”

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299. “Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give is the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”

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300. “I brought you a feather with the spring wind in it, but since you were late... ′ she looked a me gravely, ’you get a coin instead.”

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