Quotes by Scott Lynch

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

Maybe the one real advantage to getting older is that you have the time to pull your head a little bit farther out of your ass.

Her eyes [were] like the sudden plunge to blue depths beyond a continental shelf.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours, muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thiefs gesture against evil. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.Bless the Benefactor, said Jean, squeezing Lockes left forearm. Peace and profit to his children.

My names Jean Tannen, and Im the ambush.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.

You have to be a dead-eyed dirty-souled maniac to want to spend your extended life trading punches with other maniacs. Once youve seized that power, theres no getting off the merry-go-round. You fight like hell just to hold on or you get shoved off.

What do you think of the old boy? said Jean.Hes got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat, said Locke, but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everythings finally in the right place.

What do you do, said Jean, with, ah, ungifted children when you have them?Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most of them end up working for us, in Karthain and elsewhere. What did you think wed do, burn them on a pyre?Forget I asked

Gods, I love this place, Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Capa Barsavi robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicovante occasionally runs off with his army and robs the shit out of Tal Verarr or Jerem, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk.

I’m not beholden to the confirmation of your prejudices; to be perfectly frank, the prospect of confining the female characters in my story to placid, helpless secondary places in the narrative is so goddamn boring that I would rather not write at all.

Now, it’s undeniably true that male writers (including yours truly) are generally and commercially allowed to write about “girl stuff” without being penalized for doing so. In part this is the same old shit it’s always been ... I’ve said before that men who write mostly about men win prizes for revealing the human condition, while women who write about both men and women are filed away as writing “womens’ issues.” Likewise, in fantasy, the imprimatur of a dude somehow makes stuff like romance, relationship drama, introspection, and adorable animal companions magically not girly after all.In a sense, we male fantasists are allowed to be like money launderers for girl coo

You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because lifes a bottomless feast of shit.

I sometimes think that friend is just a word I use for all the people I havent murdered yet.

I thought we were celebrating being richer and cleverer than everyone else!

We like what we like, we want what we want, and nobody needs to give us permission to feel that way!

Familiarity has a way of filing the sharp edges off our feelings for other people. Youll see.

If you want to write a negative review, dont tickle me gently with your aesthetic displeasure about my work. Unleash the goddamn Kr

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