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# The Name of the Wind
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## Metadata
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- Author: [[Patrick Rothfuss]]
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- Full Title: The Name of the Wind
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- Category: #books
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## Highlights
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- snapped. “I’m a tinker and a peddler, and I’m more than both. I’m an arcanist, you great dithering heap of idiot.” “My point exactly,” the mayor said doggedly. “We’re God-fearing people in these parts. We don’t want any meddling with dark things better left alone. We don’t want the trouble your kind can bring.” “My kind?” the old man said. “What do you know about my kind? There probably (Location 1233)
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- stronger. It felt the same way your body feels after a day of splitting wood, or swimming, or sex. You feel exhausted, languorous, and almost Godlike. This feeling was similar, except it was my intellect that was weary and expanded, languid and latently powerful. I could feel my mind starting to awaken. (Location 1403)
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- “It doesn’t matter. Try again.” He shook the stone. “Alar is the cornerstone of sympathy. If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.” (Location 1437)
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- looking in his direction. I smiled at Fela. “Perhaps a bestiary,” (Location 5295)
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- a coin. He turned to me next with the same sunny smile. Looking at the lute case I carried he cocked an eyebrow at me. “Good to see a new face. You know the rules?” I nodded and handed him a jot. He turned to point inside. “You see the bar?” It was hard to miss fifty feet of winding mahogany that curved through the far end of the room. “See where the (Location 6594)
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- with the hand that wasn’t holding an impressively tall tankard. (Location 6632)
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- steal your heart. Men fall for her like wheat before a sickle (Location 7447)
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- to my stomach. This was exactly what I’d hoped to avoid: an opportunity for both Ambrose and Hemme to settle scores with me. Worse still, this was bound to lower Lorren’s opinion of me even further, no matter what the outcome. I arrived in the Masters’ Hall early and was relieved to find the atmosphere much more relaxed than when I’d gone on the horns for malfeasance against Hemme. Arwyl and Elxa Dal smiled at me. Kilvin nodded. I was relieved that I had friends among the masters to balance out the enemies I’d made. “Alright,” the Chancellor said briskly. “We’ve (Location 7629)
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- I spotted Manet off in the corner, loading tile into a kiln. (Location 8041)
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- “The truth is deeper than that. It’s…” Bast floundered for a moment. “It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.” (Location 12228)
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