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

by Patrick Rothfuss

“A tinker’s debt is always paid: Once for any simple trade. Twice for freely given aid. Thrice for any insult made.”

temperance.

“Are you upset by the lie, or the fact that you didn’t catch me at it?”

you of all people should realize how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie. Between history and an entertaining story.”

So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

“So you went looking for a myth and found a man,”

“‘I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.’ Write that down and burn it for all the good it will do you.”

It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.

uncouth,

dithering

Though I didn’t know it at the time, I was looking for the name of the wind.

languorous,

Distrust turns quickly to dislike,

firedamp

Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous.”

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

cipher,”

subinfeudation

“Rian, would you please cross your legs?” The request was made with such an earnest tone that not even a titter escaped the class. Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. “Now that the gates of hell are closed,”

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

That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”

bailiwick.”

“There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.”

waif.

“Charcoal is like a chemical sponge,” I said. “It soaks up drugs and poisons.”

leg started to go numb. Her hair tickled my nose. Still, I didn’t move for fear of ruining this, the most wonderful moment of my life.

She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there.

logical fallacy,”

Elodin clapped his hands together, sharply. “That is an excellent question! The answer is that each of us has two minds: a waking mind and a sleeping mind. Our waking mind is what thinks and talks and reasons. But the sleeping mind is more powerful. It sees deeply to the heart of things. It is the part of us that dreams. It remembers everything. It gives us intuition. Your waking mind does not understand the nature of names. Your sleeping mind does. It already knows many things that your waking mind does not.”

“That is why owls make poor heroes.”

Wisdom precludes boldness.

“You see, there’s a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every

We all become what we pretend to be.”

You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.”