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

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

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.

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.

Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?

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

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