"Mmmm. Notes of amber, citrus, and, of course, salt."

"If you mean you're smelling the madboy's ghost, shouldn't we take the omen and turn back? Swathes of silk are pretty and soft, but they aren't worth dying for."

"Oh, I don't know; enough people seem to think they're worth taking lives for one way or another. And it's a living."

"Until it ain't. Until the jail or the rocks."

"Let it get to you too much, and the jail's already there. There are worse ways than going out like the madboy."