Hello! How are you all? Welcome to another Quote It Sunday, today’s book of choice is Six of Crows. I just finished it, and came here to write because I have been rendered speechless and will not be leaving my unmoving stupor for the next 5-7 business days. So here have you, some quotes from Six of Crows.
The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.
You might say I’m a lockpick.”
“You must be a very gifted one.”
“I am indeed.” Kaz leaned back slightly. “You see, every man is a safe, a vault of secrets and longings. Now, there are those who take the brute’s way, but I prefer a gentler approach – the right pressure applied at the right moment, in the right place. It’s a delicate thing.”
When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm.”
“I’m going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me.”
“Why don’t you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That’s what the big players do.
Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?
Some people see a magic trick and say, ‘Impossible!’ They clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. Other people ask how it worked. They go home, get into bed, toss and turn, wondering how it was done. It takes them a good night’s sleep to forget all about it. And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.
“Our hopes rest with you, Mister Brekker. If you fail, all the world will suffer for it.”
“Oh, it’s worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don’t get paid.”
“I don’t know!” Jesper said angrily. “Maybe I liked your stupid face.”
Greed is your god, Kaz.”
He almost laughed at that. “No, Inej. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.
Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.
She wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of.
I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.
He needed to tell her…what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.
I’m a business man,” he’d told her. “No more, no less.”
“You’re a thief, Kaz.”
“Isn’t that what I just said?
When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.
The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.
Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.”
“And after,” he said. “And always.”
“I want to feel safe again. I want to go home to Ravka.”
“Then I’ll take you there. We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun.”
“Zealot,” she said weakly.
She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all
Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?”
“Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.
“Gun to the back?” said Jesper.
“Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.
“You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.
Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”
Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”
“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.
No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.
The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.
I dont think I’m ready for Crooked Kingdom, I am positive someone might die- its fantasy, people always die. Luckily, or maybe not at all, I can’t get the book for another few weeks since my library likes to take its time. Anyhow, thanks for reading all.