328 Quotes by Scott Lynch

Privileges of age, size, and ass-kissing. If you survive this conversation, you’ll find that it’s just the same in most of the big gangs.

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

I have only two wishes,” said Jean. “The first is for strong coffee, and the second is for stronger coffee.

Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they’re after an image, not a person.

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.

So, uh, just to be clear,” said Calo, “none of us are going to be fighting Jean?” “Not unless you’re inconceivably stupid.

Maybe the one real advantage to getting older is that you have the time to pull your head a little bit farther out of your ass.

There was no point in stealing well or wisely if the loot couldn’t be stashed somewhere safe.

Crooked Warden,” said Locke, “men are stupid. Protect us from ourselves. If you can’t, let it be quick and painless.