Emily

“A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts.

Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded.

Thanks for watchmen asleep at their posts.

Thanks for the city to nurture us and the night to hide us.

Thanks for friends to help us spend the loot.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang, if this ain't a heck of a way to be in bed with a pretty woman. The two of you arguing about murder, and threatening each other, when you're supposed to be in love and you could be doing something pretty nice. And then I thought, well, maybe it ain't so strange after all. Maybe it's like this with most people, everyone doing pretty much the same thing except in a different way. And all the time they're holding heaven in their hands.”
― Jim Thompson, Pop. 1280

“The state calls its own violence law, but that of the individual, crime.”
― Max Stirner

“The other Dons in the room applauded and rose to shake hands with everybody in sight and to congratulate Don Corleone and Don Tattaglia on their new friendship. It was not perhaps the warmest friendship in the world, they would not send each other Christmas gift greetings, but they would not murder each other. That was friendship enough in this world, all that was needed.”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather