"‘Someday, Locke Lamora,’ he said, ‘someday you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.’"

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Ugh. Must I really mention my need for substantiality and my disregard for perversion? I mean, really? Jesus. 

Tell me, why is a raven like a writing desk?