328 Quotes by Scott Lynch

Heavens,” said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, “only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel – this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

What do you think of the old boy?” said Jean. “He’s got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat,” said Locke, “but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

Locke threw himself at Father Chains, and the man, without hesitation, scooped him up and held him, patting his back until his racking sobs quieted down.

As Chains had once said, feeling like you wanted desperately to die was fine evidence that you had yet to do so.

Liquor does this? Even after you’re sober?” “A cruel joke, isn’t it? The gods put a price tag on everything, it seems.

Well, hell. It’s been five years. Maybe she’s learned to lose gracefully. Maybe she’s out of practice.” “Maybe trained monkeys will climb out of my ass and pour me a glass of Austershalin brandy,” said Jean.

If you must play, decide upon three things at the start: the rules of the game, the stakes, and the quitting time.” Chinese Proverb.

Such audacity could never be faked – Locke had to feel it, summon it from somewhere inside, cloak himself in arrogance as though it were an old familiar garment. Locke Lamora became a shadow in his own mind... Locke’s complicated lies were this new man’s simple truth.

I mean, it’s not calling me ‘Locke.’ It knows my real name.