He liked murder. Murder and long walks had been two of his favorite things when he was younger.

I wasn't always who I am now. No one ever is. I've spent my entire lifetime becoming who I am. Finally, I'm here and I'm old. It's depressing, it really is.

Skul-man!' he exclaimed as he rushed forward to shake his hand. 'Last I heard you were trapped on a dead world overrun by evil trans-dimensional superfiends!' Skulduggery nodded. 'Just got back.

My wife was saying to me just the other day how she's noticed a spring in my step lately. That was because I thought you were gone forever.' 'I missed you too, Thurid.

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.

There is more to biology than rats, Drosophila, Caenorhabditis, and E. coli.

the more you live the more things reflect all around you!!!!

Sometimes "Yes" is rhetoric enough.

I can tell. I'm gifted with that, you know. When I hear that the tempo is slightly off, it's hard for me.

When becoming disappears, all the smoke of becoming disappears, there is the flame of being, and that very flame is celebration.

A nation must think before it acts.

In fact, most people are being squeezed in their little cubicle, and their creativity is forced out elsewhere, because the company can't use it. The company is organized to get rid of variants.