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“What do you know of poetry?鈥� Ambrose said without bothering to turn around. 鈥淚 know a limping verse when I hear it,鈥� I said. 鈥淏ut this isn鈥檛 even limping. A limp has rhythm. This is more like someone falling down a set of stairs. Uneven stairs. With a midden at the bottom.鈥� 鈥淚t is a sprung rhythm,鈥� he said, his voice stiff and offended. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 expect you to understand.鈥� 鈥淪prung?鈥� I burst out with an incredulous laugh. 鈥淚 understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly 鈥榮prung,鈥� I鈥檇 kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear the local dogs might gnaw on it and die.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear