But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

Just because I tread heavily on propriety's toes doesn't mean I can't play the game when it's of use to me.

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

All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.

Practice makes the master.

There are few things as nauseating as pure obedience.

I don't really have a lot of expensive tastes. What else am I really going to do with my money? Buy a little red sports car? Wear a lot of jewelry? Build a castle? Well... I might do the last one. Maybe. Eventually. But that doesn't mean I can't run Worldbuilders too.