In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams
They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.
Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.
Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind
Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.
I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.