Kvothe The Bloodless Quotes & Sayings

How would you open my chest if you had a mind to?"
Bast's expression grew slightly apprehensive. "Your thrice-locked chest, Reshi?"
Kvothe looked at his student, the laughter bubbled up out of him. "My what?" he asked incredulously.
Bast blushed and looked down. "That's just how I think of it," he mumbled.
"As names go ... " Kvothe hesitated, a smile playing around his mouth. "Well it's a little storybook, don't you think?"
"You're the one who made the thing, Reshi," Bast said sullenly. "Three locks and fancy wood and all that. It's not my fault if it sounds storybook."
Kvothe leaned forward and rested an apologetic hand on Bast's knee. "It's a fine name, Bast. Just caught me off my guard is all." He leaned back again. "So. How would you attempt to plunder the thrice-locked chest of Kvothe the Bloodless? — Patrick Rothfuss

The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing. — Kim Stanley Robinson

Drink, live like the Greeks, eat, gorge. — Plautus

Life is a gift. Going to church is like sending a thank-you card. — Paul Acampora

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. — Georges Braque

I have music in my brain all the time, all sorts. — Daniel Barenboim

I were an Arab leader, I would never sign an agreement with Israel. It is normal; we have taken their country. It is true God promised it to us, but how could that interest them? Our God is not theirs. There has been anti-Semitism, the Nazis, Hitler, Auschwitz, but was that their fault? They see but one thing: we have come and we have stolen their country. Why would they accept that? — David Ben-Gurion

I think a lot of people have this idea that if you put something on YouTube you'll get famous overnight. It would be really great if that was possible, but that's not really how it works. — Lucas Cruikshank

So, what is creative freedom? We can make what we want, how we want. The only constraint is: not for any budget. — Baz Luhrmann

American Women: How they mortify the flesh in order to make it appetizing! Their beauty is a vast industry, their enduring allure a discipline which nuns or athletes might find excessive. — Malcolm Muggeridge

From time to time, too, and for the space of two or three paces, an image or an echo would rise up from the recesses of time: in the little streets of the beaters of silver and gold, for instance, there was a clear, unhurried tinkling, as if a djinn with a thousand arms was absent-mindedly practising on a xylophone. — Claude Levi-Strauss