I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.

I don’t see how anyone can find happiness in this world.

My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.

She's in trouble, but I envy her.

Luxury is not happiness - happiness is luxury.

Sharing is caring.

I am not moved by riches and fame, but selflessness and a passion for humanity.

Life is full of chances and changes and the most prosperous of men may ... meet with great misfortunes.

Occasionally, I come to moments of anguish in the text.

Spiritual balance is how you deal with opposition, outside of yourself and within.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

I'm just singing about my own life. Singing about all the little stories in my life and the things I've been through.

Everyone wants to be strong and self sufficient, but few are willing to put in the work necessary to achieve worthy goals.

The only praise I would like and treasure is the promotion of the activities to which my life is dedicated.

THE NAME OF THE WIND marks the debut of a writer we would all do well to watch. Patrick Rothfuss has real talent, and his tale of Kvothe is deep and intricate and wondrous.