Scott Lynch

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

Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn’t it?

Liquor does this? Even after you’re sober?”
“A cruel joke, isn’t it? The gods put a price tag on everything, it seems.”

Time’s a river, Locke, and we’ve always drifted farther down it than we think.

I’m sure we can communicate. I speak fluent hatchet.

In time, you’ll come to understand that a state like ours cannot afford to offer up a show of weakness for honesty’s sake; Duke Nicovante charges me with vouchsafing his security, not his conscience.

“I suspect that drink has made you impulsive.“
“Drink makes me see funny; the gods made me impulsive.“

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.