Locke Lamora Quotes & Sayings

Jassaline's little potion seems to have brought up every meal I've had in the past five years." said Locke.
"Nothing left to spit up but my naked soul. Make sure it isn't floating around in one of those before you toss them, right?"
"I think I see it," Jean said. "Nasty, crooked little thing it is too; you're better off with it floating out to sea. — Scott Lynch

Well, cheer up. At least you've got more mobility than a fucking tadpole on dry land. — Scott Lynch

Oh gods, Jean. Take a false name wherever we end up. Tavrin Callas is good. Let the bastard pop up all over the place. — 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

Someday, Locke Lamora," he said, "someday, you're going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I'm still around to see it."
"Oh please," said Locke. "It'll never happen. — Scott Lynch

We have a new problem, fresh from the oven and hot as hell. — Scott Lynch

It must be nice to be righteous; from where I stand it looks like fucking lunacy. — Scott Lynch

I thought you specialised in dishonest finesse?"
"I also do a brisk trade in putting knives to peoples' throats and shouting at them," said Locke. — Scott Lynch

Well, if only I wasn't too much the gentleman to flay your spirit with a witty and cutting retort, madam, you'd be ... thoroughly ... um, wittily retorted at this very instant. - Locke Lamora — Scott Lynch

Hope is what we all build lives for ourselves upon, is it not? — Scott Lynch

I'm not gong to kill you, said Locke
I'm going to play a little game I like to call 'Scream in pain until you answer my fucking questions. — Scott Lynch

He withdrew then, leaving [him] standing in the bloody morning sunlight, leaving him all alone at the heart of his fortress, for the second time, with nothing but a corpse for company. — 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

Such audacity could never be faked - Locke had to feel it, summon it from somewhere inside, cloak himself in arrogance as though it were an old familiar garment. Locke Lamora became a shadow in his own mind... Locke's complicated lies were this new man's simple truth. — Scott Lynch

I shall give you a little prophecy, Locke Lamora, as best as I have seen it.
'Three things you must take up and three things you must lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child.' Patience pushed her hood up over her head. 'You will die when a silver rain falls. — Scott Lynch

The world moved in horrifying slow motion; Locke, who was no stranger to a beating, was cursed with the uncanny ability to recognize one just before it ceased to be theoretical. — Scott Lynch

[T]he more we do this, the more I learn about what I think Chains was really training us for. And this is it. He wasn't training us for a calm and orderly world where we could pick and choose when we need to be clever. He was training us for a situation that was fucked up on all sides. Well, we're in it, and I say we're equal to it. I don't need to be reminded that we're up to our heads in dark water. I just want you boys to remember that we're the gods-damned sharks."
"Right on," cried Bug. "I knew there was a reason I let you lead this gang! — Scott Lynch

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

All apologies for getting most of your fortune buried under shit. I hope we can all still be friends. — Scott Lynch

We go now," said Locke, "or I leave you here to die. Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it. Sorry. — Scott Lynch

Ibelius," said Jean. "If what Locke is doing were lurking about, corpses could be acrobats. — Scott Lynch

I don't have to fight or run," [Locke] cackled. "I changed the rules of the game. I just have to keep you here ... asshole.
Here ... until ... Jean gets back. — Scott Lynch

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

[W]hen you find yourself face to face with one [Bondsmage], you bow and scrape and mind your 'sirs' and 'madams.'
...
'Nice bird, asshole,' said Locke. — Scott Lynch

I only steal because my dear old family needs the money to live!"
Locke Lamora made this proclamation with his wine glass held high; he and the other Gentleman Bastards were seated at the old witchwood table ... The others began to jeer.
"Liar!" they chorused
"I only steal because this wicked world won't let me work an honest trade!" Calo cried, hoisting his own glass.
"LIAR!"
"I only steal," said Jean, "because I've temporarily fallen in with bad company."
"LIAR!"
At last the ritual came to Bug; the boy raised his glass a bit shakily and yelled, "I only steal because it's heaps of fucking fun!"
"BASTARD! — 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. — Scott Lynch

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. — Scott Lynch

Go forth now and live, Locke Lamora. Live, uncertain. — Scott Lynch

If these things are alchemical," said Sofia, "I'd better be the one to have a look at them."
"If it could be dangerous, I'm going as well," said Lorenzo.
"And me," said Conte
"Great! We can all go! It'll be fun!" Locke waved his tied hands at the door. "But hurry it up, for fucks sake. — Scott Lynch

There's no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated. — Scott Lynch

I'm fit and I'm angry, and I'm obviously crazy. Anything could happen. — Scott Lynch

You've got that motherly concern in your eyes, Jean. I must look like I'm hammered as shit," said Locke.
"Actually you look like you were executed last week. — Scott Lynch

Just one question, you arrogant fucking cocksucker" said Locke. "I'll grant the Lamora part is easy to spot; the truth is, I didn't know about the apt translation when I took the name. I borrowed it from this old sausage dealer who was kind to me once, back in Catchfire before the plague. I just liked the way it sounded.
"But what the fuck" he said slowly, "ever gave you the idea that Locke was the first name I was actually born with? — Scott Lynch

Beer now,bitch later. — Scott Lynch

What thief does not fight to hold what he has?"
"One that has something better," said Locke. — Scott Lynch

I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they've got nothing else to do. But nobody
and I mean nobody
has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He ... steals too much. — Scott Lynch

We want what we want. We don't need to justify it. And we can take it, we should. I want you, and I'm taking you. — Scott Lynch

Locke moaned.
'Quit sobbing, you damn baby,' Jean hissed as he began to lope back along the dock. 'You must have at least a half beer glass of blood left somewhere in there.'
But Locke was now well and truly unconscious ... — Scott Lynch

If your father says 'Bark like a dog,' I say 'What breed, Your Honor? — Scott Lynch

When you see the Crooked Warden," said Locke, twisting something in his hands, "tell him 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. — Scott Lynch

Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull."
"Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours ... — Scott Lynch

The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games - " " - is Locke Lamora - — Scott Lynch

That sounds dangerous,'said Jean.
'For anyone else, maybe.For Gentlemen Bastards,we,it;s just what we do.'
'We?'
'We. — Scott Lynch

Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance. — Scott Lynch

For Calo, Galdo, and Bug — Scott Lynch

Sloppy idiot," Sabetha muttered at last. "You're trying to be charming. Well, I do not choose to be charmed by you, Locke Lamora. — Scott Lynch

You're one third bad intentions, one third pure avarice, and one eighth sawdust. What's left, I'll credit, must be brains. — Scott Lynch