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“You don’t have a soul, Doctor. You are a soul. You have a body, temporarily.”
― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

“Rallick will kill you,” Murillio said levelly.

“Nonsense.” Kruppe placed the mask over his face. “How will the lad ever recognize Kruppe?”

Murillio studied the man’s round body, the faded red waistcoat, gathered cuffs, and the short oily curls atop his head. “Never mind.” He sighed.

“Excellent,” Kruppe said. “Now, please accept these two masks, gifts from your friend Kruppe. A trip is saved, and Baruk need not wait any longer for a secret message that must not be mentioned.” He replaced his mask in its box, then spun round to study the eastern skyline. “Off to yon alchemist’s abode, then. Good evening, friend—”

“Wait a minute,” Murillio said, grasping Kruppe’s arm and turning him round. “Have you seen Coll?”

“Why, of course. The man sleeps a deep, recovering sleep from his ordeals.’Twas healed magically, Sulty said. By some stranger, yet. Coll himself was brought in by yet a second stranger, who found a third stranger, who in turn brought a fifth stranger in the company of the stranger who healed Coll. And so it goes, friend Murillio. Strange doings, indeed. Now, Kruppe must be off. Goodbye, friend—”

“Not yet,” Murillio snarled. He glanced around. The street was still empty. He leaned close. “I’ve worked some things out, Kruppe. Circle Breaker contacting me put everything into order in my mind. I know who you are.”

“Aaai!” Kruppe cried, withdrawing. “I’ll not deny it, then! It’s true, Murillio, Kruppe is Lady Simtal connivingly disguised.”
― Steven Erikson, Gardens of the Moon

“It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays Series 2

“No, listen. I've got it now. You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she's beautiful, she'll think you're sweet, but she won't believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding." Bast gave a grudging shrug. "And sometimes that's enough."

His eyes brightened. "But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you..." Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“I can't count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“I was wondering, Auri. Would you mind showing me the Underthing?"

Auri looked away, suddenly shy. "Kvothe, I thought you were a gentleman," she said, tugging self-consciously at her ragged shirt. "Imagine, asking to see a girl's underthing." She looked down, her hair hiding her face.

I held my breath for a moment, choosing my next words carefully lest I startle her back underground. While I was thinking, Auri peeked at me through the curtain of her hair.

"Auri," I asked slowly, "are you joking with me?"

She looked up and grinned. "Yes I am," she said proudly. "Isn't it wonderful?”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“When a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“But you don't get the wolf by the tongue without reaching through its teeth.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“You will be hated and you will hate. You will love and be loved. You will fall and you will rise. Never will you know peace, but you will know joy.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“It is to remember how few people you know. How many do not know you. How many will soon forget you. How many praise you today to offer contempt tomorrow. Permanence of fame, power, dominion of the individual, are illusions. All that will be measured, all that will last, is your mastery of yourself.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“He’s not really a Goblin. He’s actually very sweet.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“I find myself proud of them as I laugh with the mad shaman, because in all this stupid, greedy world, the spirit comes alive when you see someone say, no more.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“A man may run, but none has escaped his fate. Yet.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“Hope is an opiate, not a plan.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“We all want to be special. It must ache to discover you are not.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“Lilath took me to a slaughterhouse on Earth when I was young. And I saw how they would kill the cows and then make them into food for us to eat. Tell me: why are cows different from people? Cows have dreams. Cows have affection for their friends and family. If you are going to say it is because cows are less intelligent than people, it is acceptable to slaughter them, why is not acceptable for me to slaughter people who are proportionately less intelligent to me than cows are to them? And if you say it is because people feel more, then I invite you to stab a cow and a human in the throat and see how very similar they are.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson