The two of them went down in a heap, with not even a turkey to break their fall.
Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn’t. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.
Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.
Holly frowned at her. “Glad to see you’ve forgiven yourself so quickly.” “Harboring feelings of guilt can have a negative affect on mental health.” “Child geniuses,” growled Holly. “Genii,” said Minerva.
I’m on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.
Friendship isn’t a science mudboy. Just do what you think is right.
Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers.
There will be consequences for this, he thought. You can’t alter time and not be affected. But whatever the consequences are, I will bear them, because the alternative is too terrible. -Artemis Fowl, The Lost Colony.
Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn’t catch me doing that.
Thankfully the rest of the world assumed that the Irish were crazy, a theory that the Irish themselves did nothing to debunk. They had somehow got it into their heads that each fairy lugged around a pot of gold with him wherever he went. While it was true that LEP had a ransom fund, because of its officers’ high-risk occupation, no human had ever taken a chunk of it yet. This didn’t stop the Irish population in general from skulking around rainbows, hoping to win the supernatural lottery.
Sig Sauer. Nine millimetres. Thirteen in the magazine. Big bullets. One of these hits you and it could blow your head off; something even the magic can’t fix. Other than that you should be all right, presuming you remembered to wear the regulation above-ground micro-fibre jumpsuit recently patented by me. Then again, being a Recon jock, you probably didn’t.
Why no aggressive action?” Foaly squirmed in a harness built for two-legged creatures. “Oh yes, why no aggressive action? How I long for aggressive action.” “I live for aggressive action!” thundered Orion squeakily which was unusual. “Oh, how I pray that dragon will turn ‘round that I may smite it.” “Smite it with what?” wandered Foaly “Your secret birthmark?” “Don’t you mock my birthmark, which I may or may not have.
Orion sniffed. “Good. Then, Worthy Centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby.” This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away. “This isn’t Middle Earth, you know. We’re not in a novel. I am not noble, neither do I have a repertoire of circus tricks.” Orion seemed disappointed. “Can you juggle at least?
And if history had taught any lessons it was that humans couldn’t get along with anyone, even themselves.
Most craft give a nod, however brief and unfriendly, towards beauty. Vogon ships did not nod towards beauty. They pulled on ski masks and mugged beauty in a dark alley They spat in the eye of beauty and bludgeoned their wait through the notions of aesthetics and aerodynamics. Vogon cruisers did not so much travel through space as defile it and toss it aside.
In comic books, people with gifts became superheroes; in real life they became outcasts.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a short guy with something to prove.
It’s a game box. They were invented so teenagers wouldn’t have to talk to grownups.
Time to do what he did best – plot dastardly acts.
The trick to negotiation was to hold all the cards going in and, even if you didn’t, to try to look as though you did.