After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were sticking his hand into a fire. Nothing happened, both of them seemed moderately surprised. "Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

Its like he knows he's better than you, but doesn't look down on you for it because he knows it's not your fault.

I don't feel beholden to follow the real world at all. The important thing is to know WHY things turned out the way they did. You need to understand the reasons for events, or at least be able to make reasonable guesses about them.

Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.

I'd like to do an anthology. Maybe a collection of songs set in my world, or based on my world. I think that would be a lot of fun.

Joss [Whedon] is an excellent storyteller. It really doesn't matter what medium he's working in.