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

by Patrick Rothfuss

Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they’re too strong and won’t let go. Autumn…’” He looked around at the changing leaves on the trees. “‘Autumn’s the time. In autumn everything is tired and ready to die.’”

He spoke gently, laughed often, and never exercised his wit at the expense of others.

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.”

“Isn’t that the way of the world?” she said. “We want the sweet things, but we need the unpleasant ones.”