I don't speak fluent bumpkin.

I don't speak fluent bumpkin.

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

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

He taught only one class: 'Unlikely Maths'. But since the time was listed as "now" and the place, "everywhere," this was hardly helpful in tracking him down.

Only a fool worries over what he can’t control.