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

Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin)

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

You're one third bad intentions,one third pure avarice,and one eighth sawdust.What's left,I'll credit,must be brains.

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.

I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

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