Tides do what tides do–they turn.

Doors are for people with no imagination.

I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like. That’s you, Beryl.

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two where the mystery lies.

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.

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?

What would killing the Elders result in?" "Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?

China is the same age as I am, and even I have to admit that she wears it better!" He laughed, then stopped and peered at her. "Because I'm a skeleton" he explained.

Cheer up everyone, " he said, a new brightness to his voice. "Since we’re all going to die horribly anyway, what’s there to be worried about?

Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?""Nope. Vampires tan, just like you and me. Well, just like you. I tend to bleach.

Be careful what you wish for. You never know who will be listening.

Oh, gods. Not the flying!”“I heard you mounted my sister well enough.”“I want you never to make that statement again.

Jobs was brave enough to think differently, bold enough to believe he could change the world, and talented enough to do it.

I never draw except with brush and paint.

Suddenly Saracen Rue looked old and tired, and Skulduggery Pleasant came into focus as what he really was – a genius, a killer, a tortured soul, and the only true dead man among them.

Be a number one yourself. And not a number two somebody else.

What a rope of sand we are without a leader.

You know how the press is: If I mention one mistake, that's the only thing that bothers me unless I mention all the other ones.

I think a lot of nights together have been spoiled by somebody not being able to find a parking spot and saying, "Why don't we just go home?"

When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.