Quotes from Scott Lynch

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.

Sen ve ben gidip ne bulursak yaÄŸmalayaca??z!" "Bak bu kulaÄŸa tehlikeli geliyor," dedi Jean. "BaÅŸkalar? için öyle olabilir. Centilmen Piçler içinse, eh, bu bizim iÅŸimiz." "Bizim mi?" "Bizim.

desire you as deeply as I ever have, but I understand that the fervor of a desire is irrelevant to its justice. I want your heart on merit, in mutual trust, or not at all, because I cannot bear to see you made uneasy by me. I have failed and disappointed you often enough before. Not for all the world would I do so again, and I leave it to you to tell me how to proceed, if and when you can, if and when you will.

Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.

La única persona capaz de acabar sin riesgo los juegos de Locke Lamora… —… es Locke… —… porque creemos que los dioses le libraron de una muerte terrible. Algo que tenía que ver con cuchillos y hierros al rojo… —… y cincuenta mil espectadores que aplaudían.

We don't believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more

So, this is winning," he said. "It is," replied Jean. "It can go fuck itself," said Locke.

Mention also," said Locke, "the importance of preserving a secure house during the election, and that anyone reporting anything genuinely unusual or out of place will be compensated for their trouble. If a spider farts in a wine cellar, I want you to hear about it.

I just want nice, neat little jobs from you, Lamora. I want a purse here, a sausage there. I want you to swallow your ambition, shit it out like a bad meal, and be a circumspect little teaser for about the next thousand years. Can you do that for me? Don't rob any more yellowjackets. Don't burn any more taverns. Don't start any more fucking riots. Just pretend to be a coarse-witted little cutpurse like your brothers and sisters. Clear?

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.

I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it would certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls." "Don't

That's life," said Chains. "That's your one sure inheritance as flesh and blood. Nobody wins all the time, Locke.

Good evening, good evening, good evening!' yelled Epitalus. 'Good evening!' And then, as though anyone in the audience might conceivably remain unenlightened as to the quality or time of day: 'Good evening!' The string quintet ceased its humming and twanging

Chains used to claim that there's no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated

What you prefer, little tyrant, has nothing to do with what I am telling you. For the rest of the night, you can drink beer or air; the choice is entirely yours.

Wouldn't shit on his head to give him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ shade from the sun.

A moment later Jean was squeezing past those brutes, into the familiar smells of a busy tavern at an hour closer to dawn than dinner. Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke, and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of the civilized nightlife.

Full glass is an empty promise.

The canals went gray and turgid, thickening like blood in the veins of a ripening corpse.

That beauty has a bitch streak as wide as ten rivers.

Hardship is boring as hell. Gotta find laughs if you can't stay drunk.

The gods spit on those without honor, you know! It'll be a cold hell, and a dark one, for you!" "I'm chock-full of honor, sir. Got lots of it. Keep it right here between my empty stomach and my puckered white ass, which you may kiss, by the way.

Very noted," said Locke. "Received, recognized, and duly considered with the utmost gravity. Sealed, notarized, and firmly imprinted upon my rational essence.

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