It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

I needed to let them know they couldn't hurt me. I've learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.

My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I'm paying for it.

One reason we love fiction is because stories have a comforting shape. They provide a resolution that's lacking in our regular lives.

I think the best part of being an author is that I get to learn about anything I want and explain it away as research.

Some of my Arcanum bunkmates taught me a card game called dogs-breath. I returned the favor by giving an impromptu lesson in psychology, probability, and manual dexterity. I won almost two whole talents before they stopped inviting me back to their games.

Close your mouth, E'lir Kvothe, or I will feel obliged to put some vile tonic in it.