The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)

by Patrick Rothfuss

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren’t put to music?”

A poet is a musician who can’t sing. Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.”

Some small rational part of me realized I was in deep shock. It repeated the fact to me again and again. I used all Ben’s training to ignore it. I did not want to think about what I saw. I did

it I felt the cold, reassuring weight of a coin. “Thank you, ma’am,” I said automatically,

smooth and short.” She smiled at me and might have said something, but I got a strange feeling near the base of my neck. Someone was watching me. On the street you either develop a sensitivity to certain things, or your life is miserable and short. I looked around and

Kvothe, Defend yourself well at the University. Make me proud. Remember your father’s song. Be wary of folly. Abenthy.

But old habits die slow deaths. I fought to control a deep red anger, but couldn’t tell if I was angry at myself, the guard, or the world in general. Probably a little of each.

Why? Because pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.

Brandeur in tow. Once they were through the door I heard Brandeur ask, “Weren’t you wearing a gram?” “No, I wasn’t.” Hemme snapped. “And don’t take that tone with me,

” “Very much so, Master Arwyl,” I said honestly. He nodded to himself, hand still held against his lips, “Come back in four days. If you are clever enough to keep from tearing out your

good report that I don’t know the first thing about them, so anything would further my knowledge.” “Something with pictures?” Ambrose spat. “If our search degenerates to that