I hate nothing so much as doing a thing badly.
She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. “To Ambrose Jakis,” she said with sudden fierceness. “May he fall into a well and die.
Then, since all my other options seemed to be exhausted, I decided it would be best if I fell off the roof.
I have not forgotten that she is what I am moving toward. If I seem to be caught in a slow circling of the subject, it is only appropriate, as she and I have always moved toward each other in slow circles.
You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.
We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!
Seven things has Lady Lackless Keeps them underneath her black dress One a ring that’s not for wearing One a sharp word, not for swearing Right beside her husband’s candle There’s a door without a handle In a box, no lid or locks Lackless keeps her husband’s rocks There’s a secret she’s been keeping She’s been dreaming and not sleeping On a road, that’s not for traveling Lackless likes her riddle raveling.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.
The Flame” is obvious if you’ve ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it’s unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.
That’s the problem,” I said. “He’s nice. He’s gentle, which people see as weak. And he’s happy, which people see as stupid.
Looking up, I saw her and all I could think was, beautiful. Beautiful.
Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.
Chronicler found himself thinking of a story he had heard. One of the many. The story told of how Kvothe had gone looking for his heart’s desire. He had to trick a demon to get it. But once it rested in his hand, he was forced to fight an angel to keep it.
Well, you know what they say: Finding the right analogy is as hard as.
Who keeps you safe from the Amyr? The singers? The Sithe? From all that would harm you in the world?” Haliax asked with calm politeness, as if genuinely curious as to what the answer might be.
I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.
The poorer you are, the more your pride is worth.
Their voices were just murmurs, the distant music that a conversation makes when it’s too dim for words.
A well-spoken sentence in Aturan is a straight line pointing. A well-spoken sentence in Adem is like a spiderweb, each strand with a meaning of its own, a piece of something greater, more complex.
Does six strike you as a good number?” I didn’t know what he was getting at. “Six isn’t exactly a lucky number,” I hedged. “If I were looking for a good number I’d have to go up to seven.” I shrugged. “Or down to three.