She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.
Patrick RothfussHe was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.
Patrick RothfussThen I played the song that hides in the center of me. That wordless music that moves through the secret places in my heart. I played it carefully, strumming it slow and low into the dark stillness of the night. I would like to say it is a happy song, that it is sweet and bright, but it is not.
Patrick RothfussThe air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.
Patrick Rothfuss