I won the only duel I ever lost.

I know there's a lot of talk about self-publishing right now. Everyone's giddy with the possibilities. And I'll admit that it looks good on paper: sell your books directly and keep a bigger chunk of the profit for yourself. No rejection letters. No hassle with agents. Sounds good, right?

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

Are you hurt?" "Absolutely," I said. "Especially in my everywhere.

I decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.

It might not be true, but that doesn't mean it's nonsense.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets.