"Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife"
- Scott Lynch
"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.”“Well, not very easily, I’ll grant you that, my boy...."
"In a fair fight, the don's man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calo's blood, so it stood to reason that this fight would have to be as unfair as possible."
"Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison."
"We don’t see the life after life as it truly is, because in our eyes it conforms to our mechanics of nature."
"When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit."
"Endure for another day, Mister Tannen, and you'll have all the foul black misuse of water you can drink."