Honor Among Thieves Quotes

The trouble with writing a book about yourself is that you can’t fool around. If you write about someone else, you can stretch the truth from here to Finland. If you write about yourself the slightest deviation makes you realize instantly that there may be honor among thieves, but you are just a dirty liar.

No honor among thieves, and even less among gods.

There was little honor among thieves, but there was a great deal of practicality.

Someday, the stars will reach back.

What use are these people's wits, who let themselves be led by speechmakers, in crowds, without considering how many fools and thieves they are among, and how few choose the good? The best choose progress toward one thing, a name forever honored by the gods, while others eat their way toward sleep like nameless oxen.

Saying ‘no problem’ is a sure sign that everything is about to go terribly wrong,” Han said.

So how did you wind up joining the Rebellion?” “An old guy and a kid were looking for a ride and I needed the money,” Han said. “After that, it was just bad luck.

It didn’t blow up last time,” Han said. “Maybe it won’t blow up this time, either.

Show me one who isn’t,

I understood why I'd been chosen. Why I'd been plucked out of the grim and struggle. I'd always been at war.

Never thought much about family or kids before him. Now I just… I just want to be enough for someone.

Cioran, bureaucratic heart of the Empire. Or if not heart, kidney. Maybe small bowel.

Brother. If I call you sister, you call me brother, see, because –

thousand-dollar bills.

We all have to be knowledgeable about something, and Cheddar is my specialty.

there was no honor among thieves. Boys in the game only respected you in direct proportion to how much they needed you divided by how much they feared you.

Honor among thieves, perhaps. Honor among spies, never.

It’s what I hated about the whole world, back on Earth. All the rules you had to follow without knowing why, and if you asked, you got branded difficult and damaged. Well, I am difficult. I am damaged.

We’re not anarchists,” she said. “We have goals. We want to end the Empire.” “And replace it with what? “You know what,” Scarlet said. Her crossed arms matched his own. “Are you trying to make fun of me?” “It was rhetorical. I’ve heard the speech, sweetheart. ‘A glorious return to the Republic of old.’ To a guy like me, a new boss is still a boss.

Han had been in a thousand places like it, all across the galaxy. Some had been as large as star systems, others as small as a back room in a cantina. They were the niches of the universe … They were violent places, and they were joyful, and they didn’t last.

This is what is called "honor among thieves," for the really dangerous people are those who do not recognize that they are thieves— the unfortunates who play the role of the "good guys" with such blind zeal that they are unconscious of any indebtedness to the "bad guys" who support their status.

Having money didn’t buy happiness, it bought a social standard to fit into, drug and alcohol abuse, and child neglect.

If the last few weeks had taught Han anything, it was that he didn’t belong in the civilised part of her world. His place was in the bowels of the Falcon, or the pilot’s seat.

I don’t have any idea how to be a rogue.” “First rule: more belts. Second rule: no more rules.

Creatures of your planet sing. I sing. The stars sing. Who am I to believe they are not singing on purpose?

I’m not embarrassed,” Han said to the back of her head. “I am a very good-looking man.” “Indeed you are, sir,” the droid replied.

No one’ll see us coming,” Han said. “And everyone dies sometime.” “Not comforting.” “The alternative is we go spend a bunch of time waiting for you to come up with some other plan that doesn’t work.

What about you?” Scarlet asked. “You have to enjoy the fear, too. Just a little?” “Not the fear,” Han said. “I just like being a little smarter than the next guy.” “That’s all it is?” “That, and I really hate paying taxes.

But always there was the voice at the back of his head telling him that by joining the Rebellion he’d become less of a rebel than he’d ever been. Flying off to assault yet another impossibly well-defended Imperial stronghold. It was getting to be a bad habit.

The engines engaged and started to spin up, and the strangest thing happened: a wave surged inside of me, almost new to me. Anticipation. This felt like running, all right, running away from my past and everything in it. Racing full speed towards the unknown. I was good at running.

Joliffe knew their audience was with them when Christ declared at the money-changers, "You knaves! You thieves and rascals! Defaming the Lord God's honor as you do! Making his house into a den of thieves and taking what is not yours to take, like shepherds never shearing but butchering every sheep!" and among the lookers-on heads turned and some people pointed at Father Hewgo standing at his church door, glaring, his arms tightly folded aross his chest, well apart from it all but making sure his disapproval lowered over everything. Joliffe had not written the lines at him but might as well have because his parishioners surely saw a match; there was even scattered laughter that would do nothing to soften him toward the players.

My father told me once there’s no honor among thieves,” Ali said. “Maybe you didn’t get the memo.” “Shut up,

We are all capable of making our own decisions. Misguided though they sometimes turn out to be.

The only person you should be out to impress and advance is yourself. If you do that, it won't matter what people think of you, and you'll have the security of knowing you can look after yourself.

Death for life wasn't something she had thought about before, but when she was faced with it, her survival became the most important thing.

It pulled her along through curiosity and compulsion, and even though she didn't know the question, she longed to find out the answers

She had thought that power was a ladder to the loft, the rope on which the bread basket came up, the ability to look at a daughter and poison her drink. She learned now that power could be other things, too. The ability to feed yourself. The ability to hunt.

Violence wasn’t very ladylike apparently.

...any government was going to have traffic laws. Before the Emperor, the Republic had enforced its edicts at the laser-sharp edge of a Jedi’s lightsaber. It was the way the universe worked.

– we’re criminals,” Baasen went on as if the other man hadn’t even spoken. “Not looking to make anything about the galaxy better except our little part. Put us in the Emperor’s palace, we’d sell all the furniture before we took off.

There were going to be plenty of them who would have been just as opposed to the Republic. Trust the wrong one, and they’d all be fed straight to the Empire. Leia. Luke. All of them. It was the nature of the game.

Everyone’s got history,” Baasen said amiably. “Man still has to work, whatever’s in his past, eh?

You’re too old for fairy tales,” Baasen said.

What makes you such an expert on alien life?” Scarlet asked after a few minutes. “I’ve been all over the galaxy. Seen a lot of stuff,” Han said. “Plus, I have common sense.

Well,” Han said with a sigh, “we’ve gone from no-plan to stupid-plan. That’s progress of a sort.

Besides, you could still find honor among thieves, if you knew the right ones.

Let me explain why we haven’t talked before. Part of my arrangement with Monte Leburne was that it would remain between the two of us. I won’t hand you a line about honor among thieves, but I want you to understand. I couldn’t say anything because I was sworn to secrecy. If I did, I would be betraying a loyal employee.” “Who might in return change his mind about not implicating you.” “The pragmatic is always a consideration,” Cozone agreed. “But mostly, I wanted to demonstrate to Monte and to my other employees that I am a man of my word.” “And

I was afraid you were in trouble for a second, Your Highnessness,” Han said, but the barb sounded hollow and unconvincing. Leia looked up at him, and the softness in her face told him that she’d heard the relief in his voice. He might just as well have said I thought I’d lost you. “No such luck,” she said softly. He was surprised by the power of his urge to sweep her into his arms and kiss her. For a moment, there was something else in her expression—apprehension or hope or something of both. She blinked and looked away.

Han thought again of mystical energy fields and said a quiet thank-you to whoever or whatever might be looking out for them

Jon Huntsman’s 2015 autobiography devoted a full chapter to the Apollo saga, entitling it simply “The Double Cross.” It offered such lines as, “Our earlier experiences with Bain and Blackstone proved there is no honor among thieves or among Wall Street shops. Apollo was no exception…Matlin [a Huntsman board member] had warned us Apollo would attempt to shaft us and Apollo did not disappoint…the route Apollo chose for saving itself was duplicity.

tongue could not be swallowed.

dark-haired girl?

wrong side of the Brooklyn Bridge.

all Men are created equal,

They tried everything to break her, and they failed.

New Jersey Turnpike

Charles had promised, the correct size.

pencil hadn’t stopped scribbling

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I’d always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there’d only been silence. Presence, where there’d been loneliness.

Honor Cole. You are injured. Processing severity.” 3looks like we need to amputate. You will enjoy your new robot hands, manufactured by Jitachi, the industrial leader in medical robotics.” “No way!” “Only a little bedside levity. Are you not crazy entertained?

whatever

Han noticed that there wasn’t a chair at that table for him. Probably because he’d said he wouldn’t come. It seemed a little rude of them to take him at his word.

I have lots of friends,” Han said. “No, my dear boy, you don’t. What you’ve got are accomplices.

Morals   A relative value can become moral when it protects and respects the Life Value of self and others. The great founding values of America, such as truth, freedom, and charity, have one thing in common: When they are functioning correctly—morally—they are life-protecting or life-enhancing for all. But they are still relative. Our “moral” values must be constantly examined to make sure that they are performing their life-respecting mission. Even the Marine Corps core values of, “honor, courage, and commitment” require examination in this context. “Courage” can wrongly be expressed as reckless martyrdom, “commitment” can sometimes become irrational fanaticism, and “honor” can be twisted into self-righteousness, conceit, and disrespect for others. Our enemies believe in their own standard of “honor” (we have all heard the saying “honor among thieves”), their own standard of “courage,” and they are surely committed to their ends. What then sets us apart? Respect for the lives of self and all others sets us apart.

If there's no honor among thieves, only a colossal idiot (or fellow thief) would suggest using the honor system to regulate big banks and corporations.

A bandit, then, in the details of his life, the schemes, troubles, friendships, relations, was no different from any other kind of a man. He was human, and things that might constitute black evil for observers were dear to him, a part of him.

But there is no honor among thieves. We were all pieces of shite.

I think he is great at admitting what he doesn’t know, trusting that the picture will tell him what needs to be done, and that if he’s lucky he’ll get away with it. He’s a thief, and there is honor among thieves.

The voice on the other end of the line said that he was a high-ranking official in the federal corrections system, and would give Murphy the clearance to meet with Todd at a top-secret federal prison in Florida. Murphy expressed surprise that there was a secret prison in such a popular and populous state, but the mysterious voice explained that Florida was the perfect location for a secret prison. “You might think that out in the desert in Nevada or New Mexico would be better, but the problem with putting a prison in the middle of nowhere is that you then have to ship the prisoners, the guards, and their supplies out to the middle of nowhere. That costs money. The beauty of Florida is that it’s a thoroughly hostile environment with well-established supply routes and a surplus of people for whom prison guard sounds like an attractive career opportunity.” “But Florida’s not very wide,” Murphy said. “You’re never that far from an interstate. An escapee could be two states away by nightfall.” The voice on the phone said, “If a prisoner did manage to escape, they’d have a choice. Face the swamp, or travel through towns. “If they choose the swamp,” he continued, “they get to deal with alligators that are dangerous enough to kill and eat a man, and snakes dangerous enough to kill him without eating him, which if you think about it is kind of a bigger insult. It’s bad enough to die, but it would be worse to also go to waste.” Murphy said that he agreed, although he wasn’t sure that he did. The voice on the phone continued. “If the escapee stuck to well-traveled roadways and towns, they’d face an even greater danger. Floridians. Law-abiding Floridians suspect that any stranger they meet might be a violent criminal. They trust nobody, and they call the police at the drop of a hat. To a Floridian, 911 is like an electronic lottery ticket. If they report you and you turn out to be a wanted felon, they might get a reward. If they report you and you’re not wanted, they still get to watch you get questioned by the police. The only way to lose is to not be the first person to call the cops. It’s a race to see who can dial 911 the fastest, and the prize for second place is a ride in a squad car.” ... “And furthermore, if that’s how dangerous the law-abiding citizens are, you can imagine how treacherous the criminals would be. There’s no honor among thieves, and even less among Floridians. If a criminal finds an escaped convict, they see the perfect victim. They can rob him of whatever he’s managed to steal with impunity, because what’s he going to do, call the police? And if he hasn’t managed to steal any money, clothes, or a car yet, you can just befriend him, help him steal all of those things, then take them yourself later. Agent Murphy, if I escaped from a prison in south Florida, I’d try to swim to Cuba. At least sharks play fair and the communists are up front about taking everything you own.