A Quote by Patrick Rothfuss

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process. — © Patrick Rothfuss
Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.
... I have developed, over the years, some sense of the difference between real horseshit that you can step in and Ideal Platonic Horseshit that exists, evidently, only in the contemplation of those who worship such abstractions; and I continue to notice that Natural Law bears an uncanny resemblance to ideal Platonic Horseshit.
There were a few people who got jobs in Limerick, a big barrel on wheels, and it was a barrel that went back and forth, and a shovel and a broom. So, they went around shoveling the horseshit into this barrel. So, you got that job when you were around 15, and then you got to retire at the age of 65, with a pension. A small pension. So that would be 50 years of shoveling horseshit. And I was advised very seriously that I should get that job.
That's my punishment in hell, shoveling horseshit.
Celebration is life's frosting: isn't frosting the very best part of the cake?
I don't have to meet actors. I'm really blessed that I don't have to do all that horseshit.
You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.
Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.
The challenge is always to find the ultimate in the ordinary horseshit.
If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.
You can't let any team awe you. If you do, you'll wind up a horseshit player.
I wanted to say something about the universe. There's God, angels, plants... and horseshit.
I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.
The process of making a wedding cake is complex on its own, from designing, mis-en-place, baking, frosting, structuring, decorating, to delivering.
One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
We're really just the frosting on a cake and we don't know what's inside the cake.
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