Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasnโt dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know itโs there, down where you canโt see, kindling.
Patrick RothfussI also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.
Patrick RothfussI have had a few gentlemen let me know they find my manly beardiness somewhat alluring. Never any ladies though.
Patrick Rothfuss