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

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.

It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.

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

So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.

To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!