I’m done losing. Do you fucking hear me? I am done losing. Spare me your precious self-pity, because this isn’t a stage and I didn’t pay two coppers to cry my eyes out over anyone’s death speech. You don’t fucking get one, understand? I don’t care if you cough up buckets of blood. Buckets I can carry.

— Scott Lynch

There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.

— Scott Lynch

Gentlemen Bastards.' hissed Locke, 'do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

— Scott Lynch

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.

— Scott Lynch

For Calo, Galdo, and Bug.

— Scott Lynch

Gods, I love this place,' Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. 'Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Capa Barsavi robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicovante occasionally runs off with his army and robs the shit out of Tal Verarr or Jerem, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk.

— Scott Lynch

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.

— Scott Lynch