Quotes from Scott Lynch

Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel-- this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

But time's a river, Locke, and we've always drifted farther down it than we think.

Wise in the ways of all such things is Jean Tannen," said Jean. "Wiser by far than most; especially most named Lamora." "Shut your fat, ugly, inarguably wiser face," said Locke.

I'm just... enjoying the floor. It was kind enough to catch me when I fell.

You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because life's a bottomless feast of shit.

You're the complication I want more than anything else. You're my favorite complication. No matter what sort of holes you poke in my trust.

I'm ever so sorry,' said Sabetha. If the words THAT WAS A LIE had suddenly sprung up behind her in letters of fire ten feet high, the effect could scarcely have added to her tone of voice.

A book without spine or covers is like an unquiet spirit without mortal form. Whatever's left of it holds itself together out of sheer resentment, roaming without purpose, lashing out at whatever crosses its path.

A glass poured on the ground for a stranger without friends.

is, we have a duty to accept on faith, but also a duty to weigh and judge. Once you insist that some mundane thing was actually the miraculous hand of the gods, why not treat everything that way? When you start finding messages from the heavens in your breakfast sausages, you've thrown aside your responsibility to use your head.

don't need to get any closer to know it's soft, lard-cock!" The girl made a rude gesture with both hands. "I can see how disappointed your fucking cows are from here!

This web of lies was growing so convoluted, so branching, and so delicate that a moth's fart might knock it to pieces—

Remember how she joked about twenty armed people in the next room?" said Jean with a sigh. He set down the book he'd been reading. "There were twenty armed men in the next room.

Get used to gaps in your comprehension," said Sabetha. "The rest of us certainly have.

You know who else thought lightly of them, once? The Falconer.

Actually not bad at all. Tastes minty, very refreshing." "A worthy epitaph," said Jean

He's dead for sure?" said Locke. "Well, heavens, I wouldn't know, I'm just the fucking physiker. But I heard in a bar once that dead is the accepted thing to be when your lungs are open to daylight," said Treganne.

Captain Orrin Ravelle," said Locke, drawing a dagger and placing it against the captain's throat. "Of the good ship Tal Verrar is Fucked ! You stop in and let them know I'm in the neighbourhood!

At the sight of a Sanza brother offering cards, every guard in the room took a step back; some of them visibly struggled with the idea of raising their crossbows again.

He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.

You think I'm inclined to walk in on a day like today and deliberately twist his breeches? If your father says 'bark like a dog,' I say 'What breed, Your Honor?' 

He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.

Land has its pirates, same as the sea

If what Locke is doing were larking about, corpses could get jobs as acrobats.