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.

I’d heard you were dead.” "I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

The good thing about working on the books for 14 years before they hit the shelves is that I worked out most of the kinks long before they were published.

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

I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.

It's a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life. Lusting after her, full of sweet words, then just walking away. Leaving her alone. Good thing she's used to it by now, isn't it? Otherwise you might have hurt her. Otherwise you just might have broken that poor girl's heart

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