Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
I try not to underestimate my opponents, no matter how ridiculous their beards.
Please forgive me,” Pleasant said, then aimed the gun at the girl and pulled the trigger.
Still, he figured, sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, and then sometimes you’ve just got to run like hell after it’s done.
I just want to let you know that I love you all. Even those of you that I don’t like; that’s you Beryl.
I love stories with a happy ending,” Inspector Me said.
Because I’m an English ninja,” Tanith replied. “We’re just like regular ninjas, except we wear leather and flirt more.
You’re still upset about that time I made you explode, aren’t you? I can tell.
Cow,” Tanith muttered, and that was it, the floodgates opened, and Stephanie doubled over with laughter that echoed throughout the warehouse. Tanith pointed at Stephanie and backed away. “Skulduggery, she’s not being professional!
Plans are invitation to disappointment.
The world is bigger than you know, and scarier than you might imagine. The only currency worth anything is being true to yourself, and the only goal worth seeking is finding out who you truly are.
She wants to be polite and not hurt your feelings, so she’s not going to laugh right now. But inside, inside she’s laughing.
Right, well, we’ve got to work out what we need. We’ve got to work out what we need, how we get it, and what we need to get to get what we need.
Just because an apple falls one hundred times out of a hundred does not mean it will fall on the hundred and first.
Talking about one’s feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.
Sanguine felt the ridiculous urge to reach out and poke him, just to see if he’d react, but he’d seen that kind of anger before. It was the quiet kind. The dangerous kind.
Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of her father’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as he nodded sadly and spoke sombrely and pocketed the silverware when he thought no one was looking.
The next time? Oh, my dear Eliza, you’re not going to carry on with this, are you? The Faceless Ones had their chance. They returned and they were sent away again. It’s time to move on. Time to take up another hobby, like crocheting, or serial killing.
I’m sorry? No more smooches is worse than the world ending?
The sparrow flies south for the winter.