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

You can't help being young, but it's past time that you stopped being stupid.

We like what we like, we want what we want, and nobody needs to give us permission to feel that way!

Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.

Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they're after an image, not a person.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend." "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.