But Kashmir was watching, his arms folded, standing against the door to the Captain's Cabin. As we approached, he smiled thinly. "Don't they say the road to hell is paved with honorable intentions?""That's good intentions." I said, making a face."Ah, yes. Of course." He turned the knob and opened the door with a flourish. "But perhaps Mr. Hart can go to hell anyway.

But when I'd fallen, she'd jumped, and inshallah, I had a chance now to say the things I should have said long ago. All I had to do was be brave.Or at least pretend I was, long enough to blurt something out.

I've always tried to resemble a brave man.It didn't used to be this hard-and I've had so much practice pretending. After all, when you're a thief, you're always pretending to not be. The same is true when you're poor. And sometimes also when you're in love.I still don't know how it happened. Usually I'm better at guarding what little I have. But one day, I went looking for my heart and found it in Nix's hands.

Paradise is a promise no god bothers to keep. There’s only now, and tomorrow nothing will be the same, whether we like it or not.”I bit my lip and tasted oranges; the juice was very sweet. “Is that really true?”His smile was bright in the moonlight. “I promise.”“Then I suppose . . . just tonight—”This time I did not turn away, and so I discovered that his lips were even sweeter than the orange.

Love isn’t much of a legacy, Mr. Firas.”“I think there’s none better.”“It doesn’t last.”“It doesn’t have to.

Who said it was thieves who know the price of everything and the value of nothing?”“Oscar Wilde,” I said. “And it’s cynics, not thieves.”“Ah! That explains it, then.

She is not philosophy, I am not an ethical question. I will not risk my existence to satisfy your curiosity.

Don’t get caught. The last thing we need is for you to go to jail.”“For treason?” he said, running a comb through his tousled hair. “We wouldn’t go to jail.”“Really?”“We’d be shot.”“You always know just what to say.”“I try to look on the bright side.

I’ve always tried to resemble a brave man. It didn’t used to be so hard—and I’ve had so much practice pretending. After all, when you’re a thief, you’re always pretending not to be. The same is true when you’re poor. And sometimes also when you’re in love.