Feel free to call me by my first name: Master.

I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

Some tropes are universal. Boy meets girl. Betrayal and revenge. The search to discover a hidden truth.... A mother's love isn't cliché, it's universal. These things are archetypes. They're the building blocks of myth and legend. They are a big part about what it means to be human.

In my opinion there are two basic questions that any writer tries to answer. "What is?" is the question non-fiction asks. "What if?" is the question fiction asks. That's the question I'm more interested in.

I loved college. I wish I was still taking classes instead of teaching them.

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

You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.