Scott Lynch Quotes

Damn it, when will you learn that refusing to admit you’ve lost isn’t the same as winning?

Time went by with all the speed of a sleepless night.

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

Is this man, ah, senile?
He's absolutely competent, she answered coldly.
I assure you I am, roared Cordo. Anger changed his countenance utterly. And I will not be put off from business by assassins in my own bedroom! Now, you will either kill me immediately or negotiate the price of my release!

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.

I never even liked cats all that much.
Surely you realize, said Patience, that cats are no great respecters of human opinion.

I’m not without my sympathies, Lamora. They just don’t necessarily reside with you.

Let's be obvious. Me brute, you weasel.
Agreed. You brute, me charming mastermind.

Most of us find it starkly ludicrous that the height of all possible ambition, to the ungifted, must be to drape oneself in crowns and robes.

You’re ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

Remember when I told you, for the first time? You nearly threw me off the roof—
I thought you deserved it. You know, it's an opinion I return to from time to time, whether or not a roof is available.
You're a difficult woman, Sabetha. But then, difficult women are the only ones worth falling in love with.
How would you know? It's not like you've ever been after anyone else—
That part's easy. I started with the most difficult woman possible, so there was never any need to look any further.
You're trying to be charming. She squeezed his hand once, then pulled away. I choose not to be entirely charmed, Locke Lamora.
Not entirely?
Not entirely. Not yet.

“What do you have to say to that?“
“Oh, very little, to be sure, Master Kosta. It’s so hard to think, overawed as I am with the sublime genius of your plan.“
“That bears some vague resemblance to sarcasm.“
“God forfend,“ said Jean. “You wound me! Your inexpressible criminal virtues have triumphed again, as inevitably as the tides come and go. I cast myself at your feet and beg for absolution. Yours is the genius that nourishes the heart of the world.“
“And now you’re—“
“If only there was a leper handy,“ interrupted Jean, "so you could lay your hands on and magically heal him.“

Maybe this is going to complicate the hell out of things. So what? You’re the complication I want more than anything else. You’re my favorite complication.

The sun is up, and all that money out there won’t steal itself.

They’ll be fine, and wiser for the experience. Young minds are brittle. Oldsters, now, we’ve had some disappointments. We’ve set aside the notion that we’re the center of the universe, so our minds bend with strain instead of meeting it head-on.