Quotes About Scott Lynch

What's the n-never-fail universal apology? 'I was badly misinformed, I deeply regret the error, go fuck yourself with this bag of money.

We're a different sort of thief here, Lamora. Deception and misdirection are our tools. We don't believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more.

What kind of knife is this?" Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains' inspection. "It's all wrong. You couldn't kill anyone with this.

Worst of all, the inner vault is guarded by a live dragon, attended by fifty naked women armed with poisoned spears, each of them sworn to die in Requin's service. All redheads. -You're just making that up, Jean.

Caldris led them over to a large covered basket that sat on the stones near the docked dinghy. He undid the cover, reached in and removed a live kitten. "- Hello, you monstrous little necessity". "- Mrrrrwwwwww", said the monstrous little necessity.

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

What do you do,' said Jean, 'with, ah, "ungifted" children when you have them?' 'Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most of them end up working for us, in Karthain and elsewhere. What did you think we'd do, burn them on a pyre?' 'Forget I asked

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

I can neither confirm nor deny you are a sneaky, sneaky bitch.

Why do you assume it's something you've done, and something you can undo at will? I'm not some arithmetic problem just waiting for you to show your work properly, Locke. Did

If you mean the ease with which you drop coins when you're off a-cunting, you're right. You're a one-man charity ball for the whores of Camorr, you are

Crooked Warden," said Chains. "Just this morning I was suffering from the delusion that I was handing out the educations here.

Sophara scrawled orders on a slate and handed it to one of the libationarians, whose encyclopedic knowledge of the contents and locations of all the bottles kept the bar running.

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

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

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

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

That's a generous appraisal of our foresight

So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

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.