Advice,” Doña Vorchenza chuckled. “Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one’s mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you’re a nag. Give it at seventy and you’re a sage.

Advice,” Doña Vorchenza chuckled. “Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one’s mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you’re a nag. Give it at seventy and you’re a sage.

– Scott Lynch –

The Lies of Locke Lamora

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