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.

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

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

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

We’re a different sort of thief here, Lamora. Deception and misdirection are our tools. We don’t believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more.