The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)

by Patrick Rothfuss

Clothes do not make the man, but you need the proper costume if you want to play the part.

Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear.

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

Singing a new song is a nervous thing. More than that. It’s terrifying. It’s like undressing for the first time in front of a new lover. It’s a delicate moment.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

“You people are always talk.”

a less disciplined piece of my mind started composing a song to her.

“For all that, she lacked your fire.” And she loved me for those seven words, and her pride was safe.

They might consider me callous, or boorish, or crude. But those people do not understand love, or music, or me.

There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.

“The warmth a voice can make. The emotion it reveals. That is a very private thing.”