The Slow Regard of Silent Things (The Kingkiller Chronicle)

You see, I’d actually been down this road before. The Name of the Wind does a lot of things it’s not supposed to. The prologue is a laundry list of things you should never do as a writer. But despite all that, it works. Sometimes a story works because it’s different. Maybe this was that kind of story. . .

them all the time. What about me? Where’s the story for people like me?”

People are going to read this and be disappointed. It doesn’t do what a normal story is supposed to do.”

Then Vi said something I will always remember. “Fuck those people,” she said. “Those people have stories written for

Let those other people have their normal stories,” Vi said. “This story isn’t for them. This is my story. This story is for people like me.”

It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me

It was just as Mandrag said: Nine tenths of alchemy was chemistry. And nine tenths of chemistry was waiting

They had spilled their secrets, and Auri knew full well how heavy hard-held secrets could become

Well, after that she would do her best. That was the only way. You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help

Sitting on the warm, smooth floor of Mantle, Auri shivered at the thought of moving through a joyless world like that. Nothing perfect. Nothing beautiful and true. Oh

So yes, in some ways, these would be enough for soap. But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough

Cruelty never helped the turning of the world