Scott Lynch

To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner's scent!

It__ an old Camorri tradition for when a bunch of people are planning something stupid,_ said Locke. __ctually, we have a lot of traditions for that. You__l find out

Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

I__ done losing. Do you fucking hear me? I am done losing. Spare me your precious self-pity, because this isn__ a stage and I didn__ pay two coppers to cry my eyes out over anyone__ death speech. You don__ fucking get one, understand? I don__ care if you cough up buckets of blood. Buckets I can carry.

Can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming 'Your cats! Give us all your god-damned cats!

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.

For Calo, Galdo, and Bug

What thief does not fight to hold what he has?""One that has something better" - Locke Lamora to the Gray king

You__l pardon me,_ he finally said, __f the suggestion that the minuscule black turnip you call a heart is suddenly overflowing with generosity toward me leaves me wanting to arm myself and put my back against a wall.

He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.

The more in control the mark thinks they are, the more easily the respond to real control.

Didn't Chains tell you about the Golden Theological Principle?""The what?""The single congruent aspect of every known religion. The one shared, universal assumption about the human condition.""What is it?""He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that line is actually circular.

To us _ richer and cleverer than everyone else!

... It's perfect! Locke would appreciate it.""Bug," Calo said, "Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are 'Locke would appreciate it.'""Rivalled only by 'Locke taught me a new trick,'" added Galo."The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games ...""... is Locke ...""... because we think the gods are saving him up for a really big death. Something with knives and hot irons ...""... and fifty thousand cheering spectators.

A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts. Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded. Thanks for watchmen asleep at their posts. Thanks for the city to nurture us and the night to hide us. Thanks for friends to help us spend the loot.

It's things like this makes a ship seem like home. Help you forget what a load of tedious old shit life out here can be.

Yes," said Locke."Yes, Master Ibelius. I'm going to put that fucker in the dirt as deeply as any man who's ever been murdered, ever since the world began.

I assure you that in all matters of discretion not involving food, we make etiquette tutors look like slobbering barbarians.