When you can't cheat the game, you'd best find a means to cheat the players.

I don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.

... It's perfect! Locke would appreciate it." "Bug," Calo said, "Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are 'Locke would appreciate it.'" "Rivalled only by 'Locke taught me a new trick,'" added Galo. "The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games ..." "... is Locke ..." "... because we think the gods are saving him up for a really big death. Something with knives and hot irons ..." "... and fifty thousand cheering spectators.

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

As for history, we are living in its ruins. And as for biographies, we are living with the consequences of all the decisions ever made in them. I tend not to read them for pleasure. It’s not unlike carefully scrutinizing the map when one has already reached the destination.

I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

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