Quotes from Scott Lynch

Nada da tanta libertad como el hecho de ser constantemente subestimado.

Wars, disease, taxes. Bowing heads and kissing boots. There's plenty of hungry damn things prowling on land, Orin. It's just that the ones at sea tend not to wear crowns.

The softest rain was falling, little more than a warm wet kiss from the sky

The world is cruel enough without our compounding it; I approve.

Oh." The boy winced. "Oh!" "Oh-ho-ho!" Chains reached out and slapped the boy on the shoulder. "Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?

Ila justicca vei cala

If it's such a fine place, why did Basanti build his own?" "The Old Pearl is perfectly adequate," said Moncraine. "Basanti built to flatter his self-regard, not fatten his pocketbook." "Because businessmen like to spend lots of money to replace perfectly adequate structures they can use for nearly nothing, right?

You should be our Amadine, Jasmer," said Sylvanus. "Think of the pretty skirts Jenora could sew for you!" "Verena's our Amadine," said Moncraine. "There's a certain deficiency of breasts in the company, and while yours may be larger than hers, Sylvanus, I doubt as many people would pay to see them. No, since our former Amadine abandoned us Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she'll do.

life's a bottomless feast of shit.

I heartily approve in theory, but in practice I believe I shall... absent myself.

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink - blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force.

Chorus, you call yourself," he said. "You've the presence of a mouse fart in a high wind. Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.

Well, this is odd," said the clerk, a woman of late middle years, shaped something like a bag of potatoes but perhaps not quite as warm or sympathetic.

But time's a river, Locke, and we've always drifted farther down it than we think." He smiled down at Locke with real affection.

What an interesting choice of words. "Not real, and never were." Could there be any more appropriate literature for men of our profession? Why are you always so averse to fiction, when we've made it our meal-ticket?' 'I

It means, ah, death-love, death-desire. It's hard to translate. It means you have moods where you absolutely want to destroy yourself. Not as some self-pitying idle notion, either. As a certainty!

Is there an actual plan running around in your head?" wheezed Jean. "Crap sparks until something catches fire.

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink—blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force." Jacques Anatole Thibault

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.

Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.

It's a throat-slashing, shark-feeding, off-to-meet-the-gods offence, clear?

I'm fit, and I'm obviously crazy.

For the Gentleman Bastards, well, it's just what we do." "We?" "We.

Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it.