Barbarian that I am, I had eaten all of it. It had tasted quite nice too. Still, I took note of this fact and resigned myself to throw away half of a perfectly good cheese if it was set in front of me. Such is the price of civilization.
If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one.
To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.
Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.
It is quite a thing. There are so many men, all endlessly trying to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me lest I fall.
Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.
It's a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life. Lusting after her, full of sweet words, then just walking away. Leaving her alone. Good thing she's used to it by now, isn't it? Otherwise you might have hurt her. Otherwise you just might have broken that poor girl's heart
You know, I could have carried you.
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are
Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.
Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.
Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.
Just because I tread heavily on propriety's toes doesn't mean I can't play the game when it's of use to me.
Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.
Knowing your own ignorance is the first step to enlightenment.
Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.
Only a fool worries over what he can't control.
Hespe's mouth went firm. She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.
Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.
I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.
So Stapes conducted a dinner for just the two of us, then informed me of a dozen small but important mistakes I had made. Setting down a dirty utensil was considered crude, for example. That meant it was perfectly acceptable to lick one's knife clean. In fact, if you didn't want to dirty your napkin it was the only seemly thing to do.
I decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.
That is like throwing two virgins into a bed. Enthusiasm, passion, and ignorance are not a good combination. Someone is likely to get hurt.
I know, she said. You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.
The following day I abandoned my pointless searching and planted myself in one of the open air-caf?s where I drank coffee and tried to find inspiration for the song I owed the Maer. Ten hours I spent there, and the only act of creation I accomplished was to magically transform nearly a gallon of coffee into marvelous, aromatic piss.
I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.
The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.
A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.
I swear I've never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren't naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now.
The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.
All the truth in the world is held in stories.
I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.
Then he turned it the third time, and the boy's ass fell off.
Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
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