"As I lay there, counting my blessings and broken ribs, Elodin stepped into my field of vision. He looked down at me.
“Congratulations,” he said.
“That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.” His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief.
“Ever.”
And that is when I decided to pursue the noble art of artificing."
-Patrick Rothfuss, The Name Of The Wind