I’m losing my taste for subtlety as fast as I’m depleting my supply. - Scott Lynch

Some mysteries are better off with their throats slit.

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.

”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.“