“[Simmon] "Go on."I [Kvothe] stayed where I was. "It's not that easy.""Nothing's ever easy with you," Wilem muttered.”

“-Increíble -dijo Wilem, maravillado-. El todopoderoso Kvothe, vencido por una mujer.”

“-Me caen bien -dijo Denna-. Wilem es como una piedra bajo el agua. Simmon es como un chiquillo chapoteando en un arroyo.”

“You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said."There's an easy way?" I asked.”

“If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose."Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean, exactly?"Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. "Do you know how many times I've been beaten over the course of my life?"Chronicler shook his head.Looking up, Kvothe grinned and tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Neither do I. You'd think that sort of thing would stick in a person's mind. You'd think I would remember how many bones I've had broken. You'd think I'd remember the stitches and bandages." He shook his head. "I don't. I remember that young boy sobbing in the dark. Clear as a bell after all these years."Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done.""I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.”

“Vashet: “I will admit, I’ve never had a studen offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he’s worth my time.”Kvothe: “That was nothing. Once I jumped off a roof.”

“Close your mouth, E'lir Kvothe, or I will feel obliged to put some vile tonic in it.”