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

Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.

In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams

I'm speaking of the pursuit of excellence in all things. All things! Presence of mind and devotion to craft. A great artist has these. A great chef. A great master of tea. There's powerful kung fu in a well-built house or an eloquent letter, but the limit of your imagination is bones breaking and bullets flying.

You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

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

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.