Top 500 Patrick Rothfuss Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “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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302. “By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.”

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303. “You know what’s strange?” I said to him through the door. “I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn’t.” I looked around at the room. “I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can’t transgress because I can’t figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.”

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

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305. “I realized how common this feeling is. I’ve had person after person tell me that they empathize with Auri. That they know where she’s coming from. I didn’t expect that. I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.”

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306. “You can divide infinity an infinite number of times, and the resulting pieces will still be infinitely large,” Uresh said in his odd Lenatti accent. “But if you divide a non-infinite number an infinite number of times the resulting pieces are non-infinitely small. Since they are non-infinitely small, but there are an infinite number of them, if you add them back together, their sum is infinite. This implies any number is, in fact, infinite.”

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307. “So when I meet a woman, I should simply say, ‘You are beautiful?’” Tempi shook his head. “No. You would say simply ‘beautiful,’ and let the woman decide the rest of what you mean.”

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308. “This was nothing,” I said nonchalantly. “Once I jumped off a roof.”

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309. “And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.”

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310. “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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311. “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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312. “Distrust turns quickly to dislike.”

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313. “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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314. “Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold.”

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315. “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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316. “You see, a laurel needs rain to grow. I can’t do much about that. But I can keep that rain off a few musician’s heads, can’t I?” A sly smile wound its way onto his face. “So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together.”

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317. “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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318. “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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319. “But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.”

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320. “Un hombre no debe ponerle nunca la mano encima a una mujer, salvo por amor.”

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321. “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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322. “These poor, rich men who, seeing that you can’t be caught, attempt to buy a thing they know cannot be bought.”

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323. “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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324. “Humor is important for is pacing. If your whole book is just drama drama drama, it’s going to wear down the reader.”

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325. “One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.”

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326. “Some places had names. Some places changed, or they were shy about their names. Some places had no names at all, and that was always sad. It was one thing to be private. But to have no name at all? How horrible. How lonely.”

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327. “But he was coming. He would be here soon, all sweet and brave and shattered and kind. He would come carrying and clever-fingered and oh so unaware of oh so many things. He was rough against the world, but even so...”

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328. “You’re right in a way,” he said. “But only an idiot sits in a burning house and thinks everything is fine because fruit is still sweet.”

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329. “In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre’s body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.”

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330. “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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331. “I’m not implying that fantasy is for kids. I’m saying that more and more people are finally realizing that there’s more to fantasy stories than elves and wizards and goblin armies.”

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332. “The poorer you are, the more your pride is worth.”

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333. “She’d strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that... Well, then she didn’t rightly know what happened next. But she hoped that after that the world would start to run itself a bit, like a gear-watch proper fit and kissed wit oil. That was what she hoped would happen.”

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334. “If you’re going to have a book full of clever people and nobody ever jokes, it’s just not going to ring true to the reader. That said, humor writing is the hardest kind of writing there is.”

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335. “He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.”

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336. “Tak reflects the subtle turning of the world. It is a mirror we hold to life. No one wins a dance, boy. The point of dancing is the motion that a body makes. A well-played game of tak reveals the moving of a mind. There is a beauty to these things for those with eyes to see it.”

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337. “Each of us has two minds: a waking mind and a sleeping mind. Our waking mind is what thinks and talks and reasons. But the sleeping mind is more powerful. It sees deeply to the heart of things. It is the part of us that dreams. It remembers everything. It gives us intuition. Your waking mind does not understand the nature of names. Your sleeping mind does. It already knows many things that your waking mind does not.”

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338. “He drew a slow, deliberate breath before speaking. “Quiet is not stupid,” he said, his voice flat. “You? Always talk. Chek chek chek chek chek.” He made a motion with one hand, like a mouth opening and closing. “Always. Like dog all night barking at tree. Try to be big. No. Just noise. Just dog.”

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339. “That’s how you know it’s real medicine,” I said. “If it tasted good it would be candy.”

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340. “That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”

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341. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.”

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342. “Character is half the reason we read. We’re excited because of the plot, but we care because of the characters.”

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343. “You’re important with your green eyes looking at me like I mean something. It’s okay that you have better things to do. It’s enough that I get you sometimes. Once in a while. I know I’m lucky for that, to get you just a little.”

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344. “Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness.”

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345. “It was too full of love. Nothing could shift it. Nothing could turn it from itself. When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome. Inviolate.”

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346. “Si estad leyendo esto, seguramente estoy muerto.”

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347. “Yes, I cried at the end of it. I did then, and I have every time since. Even a reading of the story aloud will bring tears to my eyes. In my opinion, anyone who isn’t moved by it is less than human inside.”

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348. “I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much”.”

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349. “I heard you were in sime trouble,” I said nonchalantly. “So I thought I’d come and help.”

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350. “He felt himself go cold as he suddenly realized what a dangerous game he was playing. So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.”

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