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  • #1
    Scott Lynch
    “Nice bird, asshole!”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #2
    Scott Lynch
    “I cut off his fingers to get him to talk, and when he'd confessed everything I wanted to hear, I had his fucking tongue cut out, and the stump cauterized."

    Everyone in the room stared at him.

    "I called him an asshole, too," said Locke. "He didn't like that.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #3
    Scott Lynch
    “I can't wait to have words with the Gray King when this shit is all finished," Locke whispered. "There's a few things I want to ask him. Philosophical questions. Like, 'How does it feel to be dangled out a window by a rope tied around your balls, motherfucker?”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #4
    Scott Lynch
    “Know something? I'd lay even odds that between the people following us and the people hunting us, we've become this city's principle means of employment. Tal Verrar's entire economy is now based on fucking with us.”
    Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

  • #5
    Scott Lynch
    “When you can't cheat the game, you'd best find a means to cheat the players.”
    Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

  • #6
    Scott Lynch
    “Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #7
    Scott Lynch
    “Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind”
    Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

  • #8
    Scott Lynch
    “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.”
    Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves

  • #9
    Scott Lynch
    “Just one question, you arrogant fucking cocksucker" said Locke. "I'll grant the Lamora part is easy to spot; the truth is, I didn't know about the apt translation when I took the name. I borrowed it from this old sausage dealer who was kind to me once, back in Catchfire before the plague. I just liked the way it sounded.
    "But what the fuck" he said slowly, "ever gave you the idea that Locke was the first name I was actually born with?”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #10
    Scott Lynch
    “So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #11
    Scott Lynch
    “What's the n-never-fail universal apology?"

    "'I was badly misinformed, I deeply regret the error, go fuck yourself with this bag of money.”
    Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves

  • #12
    Scott Lynch
    “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.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #13
    Scott Lynch
    “Locke sighed.
    'So this is winning,' he said.
    'It is,' replied Jean.
    'It can go fuck itself,' said Locke.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #14
    Scott Lynch
    “I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it could certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls.”
    Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves
    tags: life

  • #15
    Scott Lynch
    “He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.”
    Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves

  • #16
    Scott Lynch
    “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 thief's 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 Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.”
    Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

  • #17
    Scott Lynch
    “When you see the Crooked Warden," said Locke, twisting something in his hands, "tell him that Locke 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.”
    Scott Lynch

  • #18
    George R.R. Martin
    “My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #19
    George R.R. Martin
    “You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #20
    George R.R. Martin
    “It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.— Catelyn Stark”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #21
    George R.R. Martin
    “Her name is Brienne," Jaime said. "Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?"

    Her broad homely face turned red. "Yes."

    "Oh, good," Jaime said. "I only rescue maidens.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #22
    George R.R. Martin
    “I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hundred times by now, but always beneath furs, with others all around them. He had never seeen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny and well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close.

    "I love the smell of you," he said. "I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats." He kissed them, one and then the other. "I love your skinny legs, and what's between them." He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her.

    She gave a little gasp. "If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?" she whispered. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth---oh. Oh. OHHH."

    Afterward, she was almost shy, or as shy as Ygritte ever got. "The thing you did," she said, when they lay together on their piled clothes. "With your...mouth." She hesistated. "Is that...is it what lordss do to their ladies, down in the south?"

    "I don't think so." No one had ever told Jon just what lords did with their ladies. "I only...wanted to kiss you there, that's all. You seemed to like it."

    "Aye. I...I liked it some. No one taught you such?"

    "There's been no one," he confessed. "Only you.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #23
    George R.R. Martin
    “There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #24
    George R.R. Martin
    “Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #25
    George R.R. Martin
    “Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.”
    George R.R. Martin

  • #26
    George R.R. Martin
    “Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
    'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #27
    George R.R. Martin
    “What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #28
    George R.R. Martin
    “And who are you, the proud Lord said
    that I must bow so low?
    Only a cat of a different coat,
    that's all the truth I know.
    In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
    a lion still has claws.
    And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord
    as long and sharp as yours.
    And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
    that Lord of Castamere,
    but now the rains weep o'er his hall,
    with no one there to hear.
    Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
    and not a soul to hear.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #29
    Terry Pratchett
    “But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.”
    Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

  • #30
    Terry Pratchett
    “Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.”
    Terry Pratchett, Night Watch



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