Patrick Rothfuss Quotes

Are you stalking me? Because that would be super.

The problem with having a sense of humor is often that people you use it on aren't in a very good mood.

My success comes in making fun of whatever you're doing. That's my way.

At this point, we've ripped on everyone.

There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Even people that I agree with can do something that would be a target for a bit of humor.

Great humorists are great insulters.

I poke fun of everybody and everything. And who's easier to make fun of than your mother?

Raillery is a mode of speaking in favor of one's wit at the expense of one's better nature.

Never say a humorous thing to a man who does not possess humor. He will always use it in evidence against you.

If you work on a comedy show, your basic form of communication is teasing. That's generally how we speak to each other: you communicate the information between the lines of insulting sentences.

Congratulations, you have a sense of humor. And to those who didn't: Go stick your head in the mud.

I'm the easiest person to make fun of.

Oh, I've never been asked a silly question in my entire life.

Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?" Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony." Ter Borcht tsked. "You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?" "Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert," Iggy said truthfully.

Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.

Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.” “Maybe you should say that to Michael.” “Not funny, Eve,” Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day." "I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.

Wit goes for the jugular, not the jocular, and it's the opposite of football; instead of building character, it tears it down.

Hello, Harry" said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones." "You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.

Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. “Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too.” The raccoon eye make-up exaggerated her eye roll. “Dork.” “Didn’t know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you’re eating this week.

Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities.” The earl actually snorted. “My dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.