To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!

The only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion-even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.

What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.

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

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.

When you see the crooked Warden," said Locke, twisting something in his hands, "tell hi that Lock Lamora learns slowly, but he learns well. And when you see my friends, you tell them that there are more of you on the way.

Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.