Sometimes I go outside after a long stretch of writing and I'm surprised it's not raining. Or that it's daylight. Or that it's not the middle of winter. I don't know if that level of immersion is normal, but it's now I do things. I like it. It works well for me.
Patrick RothfussBy your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.
Patrick RothfussBut how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
Patrick RothfussEveryone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehluโs angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Tehlu broke them in his hands and sent them howling into the nameless void. Your childhood friend didnโt stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.
Patrick Rothfuss