Quotes by Scott Lynch

Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife

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.”“Well, not very easily, I’ll grant you that, my boy.” Chains guided Locke in the placement of the butter knife and assorted small dishes and bowls. “But when the quality get together to dine, it’s impolite to knock anybody off with anything but poison. That thing is for scooping butter, not slicing windpipes.”“This is a lot of trouble to go to just to eat.”“Well, in Shades’ Hill you may be able to eat cold bacon and dirt pies off one another’s asses for all your old master cares. But now you’re a Gentleman Bastard, emphasis on the Gentleman. You’re going to learn how to eat like this, and how to serve people whoeat like this.

In a fair fight, the dons man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calos blood, so it stood to reason that this fight would have to be as unfair as possible.

Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.

We don’t see the life after life as it truly is, because in our eyes it conforms to our mechanics of nature.

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

Endure for another day, Mister Tannen, and youll have all the foul black misuse of water you can drink.

“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.”