328 Quotes by Scott Lynch

A book without spine or covers is like an unquiet spirit without mortal form. Whatever’s left of it holds itself together out of sheer resentment, roaming without purpose, lashing out at whatever crosses its path.

He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.

I think I can stand up, though!” He demonstrated the questionable optimism of this pronouncement by falling on his face.

I’m no one you want to learn from.

It is possible,” said Locke with a sheepish grin, “that I have been slightly too bold.

Sad day, my loves, a proper tragedy. But when the milk’s gone bad you might as well look forward to cheese, hmm?

In time, you’ll come to understand that a state like ours cannot afford to offer up a show of weakness for honesty’s sake.

He lay there shaking in the light of the red lamps, in a silent hall, alone with his triumph, unable to move and bleeding to death.

I mean, wouldn’t it be grand, to have a legend that grew while you were alive to enjoy it? To sit in a tavern and hear all the people around you speaking of what you’d done, with no notion that you were among them as flesh and blood?