He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

I'm not a speed writer. I write slowly and revise obsessively. The end result tends to be good. That's where my strength is.

I learned to love the feel of good words.

Auri took it, and peered inside the small leather sack. “Why this is lovely, Kvothe. What lives in the salt?” Trace minerals, I thought. Chromium, bassal, malium, iodine . . . everything your body needs but probably can’t get from apples and bread and whatever you manage to scrounge up when I can’t find you. “The dreams of fish,” I said. “And sailor’s songs.

It was more exciting when I didn't know I had permission.

It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.