Quotes from Scott Lynch

Oh, you know me." Jean reached behind his neck, down behind the loose leather vest he wore over his simple cotton tunic. He withdrew a pair of matching hatchets, each a foot and a half in length, with leather-wrapped handles and straight black blades that narrowed like scalpels. These were balanced with balls of blackened steel, each as wide around as a silver solon. The Wicked Sisters—Jean's weapons of choice. "I never travel alone. It's always the three of us.

I thought you specialised in dishonest finesse?" "I also do a brisk trade in putting knives to peoples' throats and shouting at them," said Locke.

I practise selective deafness to hurtful remarks.

Beer now,bitch later.

and you're the son of his youngest. He has no other children. Oh, your father's dead, by the way. Fell off a horse two years ago.' 'Good to know.

Master Thorn... you have a curiously tender heart, for a thief of your appetites." "I'm a sworn brother of the Nameless Thirteenth, the Crooked Warden, the Benefactor," said Locke. "I'm a priest.

Ha! Yes. When anyone tells you habits die hard, Locke, they're lying—it seems they never die at all.

It's an old Camorri tradition for when a bunch of people are planning something stupid," said Locke. "Actually, we have a lot of traditions for that. You'll find out

Excellent,' said one of the Sanzas. "Soon he'll be fat, and we can butcher him like all the others for a Penance Day roast." "What my brother means to say," said the other twin, "is that all the others died of purely natural causes, and you have nothing to fear from us. Now have some more bread.

I don't believe you," said Conté. "I wouldn't fucking believe you if you told me my name was Conté. I wouldn't believe you if you told me fire was hot and water was wet.

You bite on reflex, and then your conscience bites you.

Find your happy faces, Gentlefucker Bastards, it's a bright new day and we get to start it EARLY!

the best disguises were those that were poured out of the heart rather than painted on the face.

There's a few things I want to ask him. Philosophical questions. Like, 'How does it feel to be dangled out a window by a rope tied around your balls, motherfucker?

You know who waxes philosophical about the tiniest weaknesses of enemies? The powerless.

My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it.

Gods, when did we discover how easy it is to be cruel to one another?

I am the king idiot," he muttered, "of all the world's fucking idiots.

Woman, your heart is a mapless maze. Could I bottle confusion and drink it a thousand years, I could not confound myself so much as you do between waking and breakfast. You are grown so devious that serpents would applaud your passage, would the gods but give them hands.

A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.

Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.

Tonight is delicate business," said Drakasha. "Misstepping in Port Prodigal after midnight is like pissing on an angry snake. I need—" "Ahem," said Locke. "Originally, we're from Camorr." "Be on the boat in five minutes," said Drakasha.

Familiarity has a way of filing the sharp edges off our feelings for other people. You'll see.

If your father says 'Bark like a dog,' I say 'What breed, Your Honor?