As for history, we are living in its ruins. And as for biographies, we are living with the consequences of all the decisions ever made in them. I tend not to read them for pleasure. It’s not unlike carefully scrutinizing the map when one has already reached the destination.

Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.

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

Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.

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

There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin)