Patrick Rothfuss

For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.

“How odd to watch a mortal kindle
Then to dwindle day by day.
Knowing their bright souls are tinder
And the wind will have its way.
Would I could my own fire lend.
What does your flickering portend?”

“Nothing but the truth could break me. What is harder than the truth?”

And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.

Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

I imagined death in the form of a great bird with wings of fire and shadow.

“But we are all creatures of habit. It is far too easy to stay in the familiar ruts we dig for ourselves.

“Silanxi, I bind you. By the name of stone, be still as stone. Aeruh, I command the air. Lay leaden on your tongue. Selitos, I name you. May all your powers fail you but your sight.”

“There’s no good story that doesn’t touch the truth,”

‘Small deeds for small men,’