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

by Patrick Rothfuss

Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It’s an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

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

I watched with a calculating eye, dimly aware that at some point in the future I might want to kiss a lady. If I did, I wanted to do a decent job of it.

He dropped the tip of his sword and smiled with perfect ivory teeth. It was the expression a nightmare wore.