"The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.'There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly,...
Metal rusts, music lasts forever.
More Patrick Rothfuss quotes
"If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and ...
"When you're 14, anything with a sword and a dragon is pretty cool. But when you're 21 and you've read 2,000 fantasy novels, you start to realize that ...
"If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn't have needed to write a whole novel about it.
"Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house...
"Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.
"The problem with a lot of people who read only literary fiction is that they assume fantasy is just books about orcs and goblins and dragons and wizar...
"Kid's books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that w...
"A poet is a musician that can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. ...
"Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was m...
"This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would cli...
"He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.
"Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer ...
"Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when yo...
"I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.