The Slow Regard of Silent Things (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2.5)

by Patrick Rothfuss

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

You couldn’t fight the tide or change the wind. And if there was a storm? Well, a girl should batten down and bail, not run the rigging.

She’d strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky.

How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

Sometimes a story works because it’s different. Maybe this was that kind of story. . . .

The truth is, I’m fond of Auri. I have a special place in my heart for this strange, sweet, shattered girl. I love her more than just a little. I think it’s because we’re both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we’re both aware of it. Auri knows she isn’t all quite proper true inside, and this makes her feel very much alone.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.