Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.

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

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

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.

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

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.

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.