It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.
You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.
Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.
If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.
You're one third bad intentions,one third pure avarice,and one eighth sawdust.What's left,I'll credit,must be brains.