Friday, August 28, 2009

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

"My parents danced together, her head on his chest.  Both had their eyes closed.  They seemed so perfectly content.  If you can find someone like that, someone whoyou can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.  Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day.  The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind, even after all these years."

"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."

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