You're one third bad intentions,one third pure avarice,and one eighth sawdust.What's left,I'll credit,must be brains.
Scott LynchThe 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.
Scott LynchSo that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.
Scott Lynch