Quotes from Scott Lynch

Ezri, if you need to hit me, then by the gods hit me. If that's what you need, I won't fight you for a second. Not ever. Just...tell me what you want.

Three things must you take up and three things must you lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child." Patience pushed her hood up over her head. "You will die when a silver rain falls." "You're making all this shit up," said Locke. "I could be," said Patience. "I very well could be. And that's part of your punishment. Go forth now and live, Locke Lamora. Live, uncertain.

Twenty's good and proper." While Locke gestured for Calo and Galdo to help him set

Locke blinked and cursed his condition; he'd heard sailors talk of "dry drunk"—the stupidity, weakness, and irritability that seized a man in great want of water

What a stupid, reckless, idiotic, ridiculous damn thing to do! I haven't the words to express my admiration.

Do I still strike you as a man farting in an enclosed room, Lamora? In here, I do command the wind.…

Oh, shit, ' said Jean.

As for why we're going over the plan again, let me remind you that one good screwup will make the fate of those poor bastards look sunny in comparison to what we'll get.

Madam, you're complicating our night, so before we come in and complicate yours, kindly cork your bullshit bottle and close the gods-damned window!

Of course they were your friends, Locke. They were your very good friends. Because they're going to teach you that when you kill someone, there are consequences. It is one thing to kill in a duel, to kill in self-defense, to kill for vengeance. It is another thing entirely to kill simply because you are careless.

If only you'd landed on your head, you'd have nothing to fear but the bill for damaged cobblestones.

And I correct you again. Difficult. 'Difficult' and 'impossible' are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.

Once a Big Lie was let out in the world, it seemed to grow on its own and needed little tending or worry to bend to the situation.

Distrust everyone,' she said, 'and you can never be betrayed. Opposed, but never betrayed.

It's things like this that makes a ship seem like home. Help you forget what a load of tedious old shit life out here can be.

peeked at his cards and said, 'Ahhhh-ha,' with a tone of interested pleasure. They were an astonishing constellation of crap; his worst hand yet.

What good's slacking all the time if the ship comes apart beneath you while you sleep?

you are! There ain't no Thirteenth! Ain't naught but the Twelve, that's truth! Yeah, I been to Verrar a couple times, met up with lads and lasses

Jerome. May I see you in my cabin? Just for a few minutes?" "A few minutes?" Jerome grinned. "Tsk, Ezri, when did you become such a pessimist?" "Now," she said, wiping the smile from his face. Chagrined, he helped her to her feet.

You have more chances of giving birth to a live hippopotamus," said Requin, "than the best thief alive has of making it past the cordon drawn around my vault.

I want you to remember that you can't always smile your way around a fight. If someone pulls steel on you, I expect you to survive. Sometimes that means giving back in kind. Sometimes it means running like your arse is on fire. Always it means knowing which is the right choice.

So now we've got Requin thinking that Stragos is out to get him. I've never helped precipitate a civil war before. This should be fun.

The real magic of the Sinspire was woven from its capricious exclusivity; deny something to enough people and sooner or later it will grow a mystique as thick as fog.

Thusfar today, we've lost a ship, a small fortune, your hatchets, and now your optics." "At least our setbacks are getting progressively smaller.