The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)

by Patrick Rothfuss

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

IN THE THEOPHANY, TECCAM writes of secrets, calling them painful treasures of the mind. He explains that what most people think of as secrets are really nothing of the sort. Mysteries, for example, are not secrets. Neither are little-known facts or forgotten truths. A secret, Teccam explains, is true knowledge actively concealed.

Love this

nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

True, or close to it

Aethe, near my heart. Without vanity, the ribbon. Without duty, the wind. Without blood, the victory.”

Not sure I understand the poem

Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow’s hame.”

Names of the chandrian

no man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.”