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

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

We’re a different sort of thief here, Lamora. Deception and misdirection are our tools. We don’t believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more.

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

Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.

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

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.

So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

The grace of being is gift of baptism by washing in water. And in Spirit of Christ Jesus.

Faith ... that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.

Silence is sometimes the best answer

You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be open.

Work is not slavery, then. Work is creativity. It is the expression of ourselves that no one else can duplicate.

At any point in all of Eternity, we can say, 'This is just the beginning.' How wonderful for those who are with Christ. How unimaginably dreadful for those who are not.

In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty.

Every legislative limitation upon utterance, however valid, may in a particular case serve as an inroad upon the freedom of speech which the Constitution protects.

The fairy tale journey may look like an outward trek across plains and mountains, through castles and forests, but the actual movement is inward, into the lands of the soul.

The writer in me can look as far as an African-American woman and stop. Often that writer looks through the African-American woman. Race is a layer of being, but not a culmination.