Kvothe

“Everything I did I attended to with my whole mind, leaving no part of me free for remembering.
I grew thinner and more ragged. I slept in rain or sun, on soft grass, moist earth, or sharp stones with an intensity of indifference that only grief can promote. The only notice I took of my surroundings was when it rained, because then I could not bring out my lute to play, and that pained me.
Of course I played. It was my only solace.”

The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss

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I'm trying to work on a big personal project involving *lots* of Name of The Wind / Wise Man's Fear / Possibly Slow Regard, so stay tuned for more!!