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

by Patrick Rothfuss

“I’ll turn you into butter on a summer day. I’ll turn you into a poet with the soul of a priest. I’ll fill you with lemon custard and push you out a window.” He spat. “Bastards.”

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.”