It's one thing to not want an evil-sorcerer type villain in your story, but it's another thing to avoid having any sort of antagonist at all. A story without an antagonist gets weird pretty quick.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

For me, language is something that I've always loved. When I read, that's what I look for. When I write, that's what I strive for.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.

I don't speak fluent bumpkin.

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