Thief (series)

"I guess if you're rich enough you can build any sort of madhouse to live in."

"I prefer my payment in CASH...not liquor, Mister...ahh..."

"No. Fanatics make unreliable friends."

"It's a rock. It's what you asked for. Am I gonna get paid or not?"

"This was not the way things were supposed to go. Constantine has The Eye, and MY eye, and I doubt he has anything wholesome planned for it. So the Trickster was real after all, I doubt anyone except the Hammers believed in the ancient gods. Those crazy Hammers. You know, it wouldn't hurt to have a dozen of heavily armed fanatics by my side. I'll drop by their temple and explain things, hopefully they'll be so distracted with the Trickster's return that they'll forget to hold a grudge. And even if they don't, I know how to get out of Cragscleft prison already."

"Garrett: [Makes a sound of contempt.] Keepers! Keeper: So you think you've won. Garrett: I think I've got my eye back. Keeper: Yet...still...you are blind. Garrett: If you hadn't noticed, I just saved the world. Yourself included. Keeper: As we knew you would. As it had to be. Garrett: Now I remember why I left the Keepers. Keeper: And I remember why we let you go. Garrett: What do you want from me? [Sarcastically] You come to congratulate me? Welcome me back to the fold? Keeper: Very well. I will speak my piece plainly. You have accomplished that which was written, and YES... you've done it well. But there is no place for you with us any longer. Yet you will have a great need of us, and soon. Garrett: I don't think so. I'm through with heroics. Garrett: And with your kind as well. Keeper: You cannot run from life as you did from us, Garrett. Life has a way of finding you. No matter how artistic a sneak you are. Listen...there is a book that you were not made aware of. I'm here to tell you that it would be WISE for you to read it now...if you can still read hieroglyphs. Garrett: I do try to forget, but you Keepers leave them everywhere for me. Keeper: Yes. You have more friends than you know. Garrett: Tell my "friends" that I don't need their secret book. Or their glyph warnings, or their messengers! Tell them I'm through! Tell them it's over! Tell them Garrett is done! (walks away) Keeper: I will tell them this: Nothing has changed. All is as it was written. The Trickster is dead. Beware the dawn...of the Metal Age."

""Thou shalt not rob from the house I have built, or commit any theft or unrighteousness, lest ye be struck down and driven into the earth forthwith, and the land of the heathen consume you." -The Book of the Stone"

""We chose our profession in defiance of the greed of the monarchy. We will not live for the sake of taxes to fatten the nobles pockets. We choose to live the only life available to those who would be truly free. We are thieves." -Wall Plaque in the Thieves Guild"

""The essence of balance is detachment. To embrace a cause, to grow fond or spiteful, is to lose one's balance, after which, no action can be trusted. Our burden is not for the dependent of spirit." -Mayar, Third Keeper"

""I was a kid. No parents, no home, running messages or picking pockets to keep my ribs from meeting my spine. One day I saw a man, folks just passed him by as if he wasn't there. I thought he must have something valuable, so I snuck up on him and made a grab."

""The most promising acolyte left us, not out of the lesser folly of sentiment, but the greater folly of anger. His heart was clouded, and his balance was lost, but his abilities were unmatched. Even then, we knew to watch him most carefully." -Keeper Annals"

""Before death came, the liars were made to feast upon the hands of the thieves, and the thieves were made to ingest the tongues of their liar brothers, and we praised the Master Builder for his judgements." -The Hammer Book of Tenets"

""...And the manfools piled rock on rocks and raised a treesie roof, hammers saws tear the skin of goodsie wood... ...and laughs at the Woodsie Lord. ...And when learns the Lord of this, He sends His beastesses to the manfools... ...who attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes, and build him a house of they rotting skins." -Unattributed Trickster song"

"Bafford, like most of his kind, probably keeps his treasures on the top floor of the place. Close to his heart...and far from his servants."