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    A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

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    Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. 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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    Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind

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

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    As for history, we are living in its ruins. And as for biographies, we are living with the consequences of all the decisions ever made in them. I tend not to read them for pleasure. It’s not unlike carefully scrutinizing the map when one has already reached the destination.

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    Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.

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    Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin)

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    I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

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    I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!

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    I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.

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    I'm speaking of the pursuit of excellence in all things. All things! Presence of mind and devotion to craft. A great artist has these. A great chef. A great master of tea. There's powerful kung fu in a well-built house or an eloquent letter, but the limit of your imagination is bones breaking and bullets flying.

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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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    I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

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    I think it’s fairly common for writers to be afflicted with two simultaneous yet contradictory delusions, the burning certainty that we’re unique geniuses, and the constant fear that we’re witless frauds who are speeding toward epic failure.

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    I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.

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    ... 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.

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    It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.

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    Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

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    Mew," the kitten retorted, locking gazes with him. It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. 'I was comfortable, and you dared to move,' those jade eyes said. 'For that you must die.' When it became apparent to the cat that its two or three pounds of mass were insufficient to break Locke's neck with one mighty snap, it put its paws on his shoulders and began sharing its drool-covered nose with his lips. He recoiled.

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    My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it

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    Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they're after an image, not a person.

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    Only one way to win when you're being chased by someone bigger and tougher than you. Turn straight around, punch their teeth out, and hope the gods are fond of you.

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    Papa's in a bad way, Locke. I wanted to see you before you saw him - he has some...things he wishes to discuss with you. I want you to know that whatever he asks, I don't want you...for my sake...well, please, just agree. Please him, do you understand?" "No garrista who loves life has ever tried to do otherwise. You think I'm inclined to walk in on a day like today and deliberately twist his breeches? If your father says 'bark like a dog' I say 'What breed, Your Honour?

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    So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

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    Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.

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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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    There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

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    There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.

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    The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.

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    They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.

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    This is where you and I are headed.... Look for us in history books and you'll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends and you might just find us celebrated

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    Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.

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    What is government but theft by consent?

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    What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.

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    When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.

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    When you can't cheat the game, you'd best find a means to cheat the players.

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    When you see the crooked Warden," said Locke, twisting something in his hands, "tell hi that Lock Lamora learns slowly, but he learns well. And when you see my friends, you tell them that there are more of you on the way.

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    Worst of all, the inner vault is guarded by a live dragon, attended by fifty naked women armed with poisoned spears, each of them sworn to die in Requin's service. All redheads. -You're just making that up, Jean.

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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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    You can't help being young, but it's past time that you stopped being stupid.

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

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    You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

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    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.

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    ...all apologies for getting most of your fortune buried under shit. I hope we can all still be friends.

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    Am I making myself clear, Orrin? I don't regret how I've lived these past few years. I move where I will. I set no appointments. I guard no borders. What landbound king has the freedom of a ship's captain? The Sea of Brass provides. When I need haste, it gives me winds. When I need gold, it gives me galleons." Thieves prosper, thought Locke. The rich remember. He made his decision, and gripped the rail to avoid shaking. "Only gods-damned fools die for lines drawn on maps," said Zamira. "But nobody can draw lines around my ship. If they try, all I need to do to slip away is set more sail.

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    Archmagi and demons were routine tasks, but Housemind would not tempt the displeasure of a librarian Like black holes, they were a cosmic force better circumvented than challenged.

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    Are you smarter than my chicken?” cried a weathered, wild-haired woman holding a nonplussed bird over her head. At her feet was a wooden board covered with numbers and arcane symbols. “Lay your bets! Test your wits against a trained fowl! One coppin a try! Are you smarter than my chicken? You might be in for a surprise!

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    A voice called out, cold as chloroform and old shame.

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    Begging everyone's pardon," said Big Konar, "but it ain't polite to have an argument if nobody else knows what the fuck you're arguing about.

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    But what the fuck ... ever gave you the idea that Locke was the first name I was actually born with?