Holly: Seven and a half hours to save the world. Isn’t there some law that says we get twenty-four? Artemis: I don’t think Opal pays much attention to laws.
Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.
Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.
Listen to me, convict. I have not traveled all this way to listen to your war stories. So shut your trap before I shut it for you. Commander Julius Root.
Grab some caviar from the kitchen. You wouldn’t believe the muck they feed us in Bartleby’s for ten thousand a term.
Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy.
Argh? Pathetic and inarticulate. Nice combination. Your mothers must be so proud.
It’ll be messy, but after a day you’ll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.
Scientists are the enemies of tradition, and tradition own all the prisons. – Victor Vigny.
If you’re going to read five books, three should be issues and two for fun.
Everything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife’s stares were daggers, he’d be dead already.
They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.
The name’s Bond. James Omar Bond.
Well, I don’t like the first bit and I don’t know the last bit. So I’m really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.
Really, I’m trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she’s singing, but it doesn’t appear to be over.
Commander: What’s that? Foaly: It’s a finger, what does look like?
Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, ‘Die alien scum’ he was saying feverishly...
When you’ve come face-to-face with the dark side of the school yard, life doesn’t hold many surprises.
Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.
If Elmore Leonard met Jim Thompson down a dark alley at midnight they might emerge a week later with thick beards, bloodshot eyes and the manuscript for THE BIG O.