Scott Lynch Quotes

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You know, believe it or not, 'the gods will provide' is not a fucking plan, lad. You've got one hell of a talent for improvisation, but when that lets you down, it lets you down hard.

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Oh, gods, he cried. Oh, gods protect me! It's you!
Of course it's me, said Locke. You just don't know who the hell I am yet.

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Our patron has always sort of danced upon the notion that austerity and piety go hand in hand; down here, we show our appreciation for things by appreciating, if you get me.

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Here's to charming losers, I suppose.
If only we knew where to find some.

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Some mysteries are better off with their throats slit.

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Only gods-damned fools die for lines drawn on maps.

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Thank you very much, sir, said Beth with nothing resembling actual gratitude.

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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; Duke Nicovante charges me with vouchsafing his security, not his conscience.

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Are you smarter than a pig, Locke? On occasion, said Locke. There are contrary opinions.

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You need money that badly?
As a tool, certainly. Its application is simple and universally effective.

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When you're a priest, people tend to see the robe rather than the man.

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The only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion-even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.

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I'm sure we can communicate. I speak fluent hatchet.

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Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.

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Yes, I like it a lot, it's all worth having to bathe, even!
Hmmm, said Chains. You live long enough for your stones to drop, then tell me if bathing is really such a hardship when the young women around you have bosoms that are more than theoretical.
What? When my what?
Never mind. That subject will be sufficiently confusing in its own good time.

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Why the hell are you here?
A matter of conscience.
Really? said Locke. Yours? You keep alluding to its existence. Somehow I'm not convinced.

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Advice, chuckled Doña Vorchenza. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.

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By rights he was still outrunning his age, still ahead of most men nearing threescore years, but he knew deep in his heart that there would never be any way of running fast enough.

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We're a different sort of thief here, Lamora. Deception and misdirection are our tools. We don't believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more.

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In my dreams I sign chits and file papers, Nikoros muttered. Then I awake to sign real chits and file real papers. I imagine my grave marker will be carved as a writing desk. 'Here lies Nikoros Via Lupa, wifeless and heirless, but gods how he could alphabetize!'

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I have always found the presumptions of others to be the best possible disguise—haven't you?

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I'm going to give you a thorough examination. This may cause some discomfort, but don't complain. I won't be listening.

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When I get this door open, you're dead, Jean!
When you get that door open? I look forward to many long years of life, then.

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You're trying to be charming again, she said softly, but I do not choose to be charmed, Locke Lamora.

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In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams

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Time's a river, Locke, and we've always drifted farther down it than we think.

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Quit being so hard on yourself. We are what we are; we love what we love. We don't need to justify it to anyone... not even to ourselves.

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Push your luck, gorgeous, and eventually luck pushes back.

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I suspect that drink has made you impulsive.
Drink makes me see funny; the gods made me impulsive.

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What happened wasn't fair!
Fair? You mean to claim with a straight face that you buy into that heresy, my boy?

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