Patrick Rothfuss. The Fears Of The Wise (№ 318679)

- It must be hard to be a man, - she said quietly. A woman knows that she is part of the world. We are full of life. Woman and flower, and fruit. We are moving through time, as part of our children. And the man...
She turned her head and looked up at me, gentle and compassionate.
- Are you a barren branch. And you know that when you die, nothing important after you will not.
The Penta lovingly stroked my Breasts.
- Probably, because something in you is so much anger. Maybe its you and not more than in women. Maybe he's just looking for a way out. Maybe he wants to leave a trail. He was breaking into the world. Pushes you to rash acts. Forces to fight. Angry. You draw, build, battle, invent stories that are more the truth...
She sighed contentedly and leaned his head on my shoulder, sitting comfortably in the crook of my arm.
I hate to tell you this. You're a good man and also handsome. But still only a man. You have nothing to give to the world than his wrath.