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

by Patrick Rothfuss

More books than I could read? Somehow I doubted that.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Even the best dog will bite that has been kicked enough.”

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.”

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”

If you tell her she’s beautiful, she’ll think you’re sweet, but she won’t believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding.” Bast gave a grudging shrug. “And sometimes that’s enough.” His eyes brightened. “But there’s a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you . . .” Bast gestured excitedly. “Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn’t seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.”