The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)
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He spoke gently, laughed often, and never exercised his wit at the expense of others. He cursed like a drunken sailor with a broken leg, but only at his donkeys. They were called Alpha and Beta, and Abenthy fed them carrots and lumps of sugar when he thought no one was looking.
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The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.