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.

There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.

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

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

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.

My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it

Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?