If I'd been whoring before class and waved a corset at him, no one would have thought twice about it!

I'm not a speed writer. I write slowly and revise obsessively. The end result tends to be good. That's where my strength is.

Auri," I asked slowly, "are you joking with me?" She looked up and grinned. "Yes I am," she said proudly. "Isn't it wonderful?

All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.

When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... 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.

Re'lar Kvothe," he said seriously. "I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you." He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. "Quit grabbing at my tits.