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

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

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

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

The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.

The only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion-even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.

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.