“No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room. Do not misunderstand. She was not loud, or vain. We stare at fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you close to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near.”
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind















