What are we going to do when we get into the temple, anyway? Are we going to fight our way through the Necromancers on our

Just because an apple falls one hundred times out of a hundred does not mean it will fall on the hundred and first.

I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.

Fletcher was always going to be your ex-boyfriend, from the moment you met him. He's just finally caught up with where he's supposed to be.

The lies we tell other people are nothing to the lies we tell ourselves.

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.

How are we going to get out of here?""Oh, escape is easy once you have the right

That was a good day for me, " Skulduggery said. "I didn't have to hit anyone. I didn't have to shoot anyone. I just sat around and talked to my good friend and partner, Valkyrie Cain.

Oh, China. How I have missed you.''And I have missed you, Eliza. But don't worry, next time my aim will be better.

It would be fun, ” Skulduggery nodded. ”I like kicking Wreath in the face. I haven't had a chance to do it nearly as much as I'd like.

You make a good point, ' Fletcher conceded. 'See, there's a reason why you're the girl and I'm the boy. You think about things while I...''Don't?''Exactly, ' he said happily.

Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet, Quick silver slipping by.

Poetry happens when there is nothing to say but you have a volcano hidden inside you waiting to erupt.

We're at peak oil, peak water, peak resources, and so either we figure it out and let science lead or we head down a very bad, dark trail to where a lot of people aren't going to make it.

I think that horror fiction is one of the ways to approach these problems of death.

I am absolutely desperate to win a Super Bowl.

A multiple personality is in a certain sense normal.

If I can talk, I can sing.

If something happened to me, whose face will be on the front page of the paper begging for me? Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

My guilty pleasure is elastic-waisted pants. And reruns of shows Ive already seen 400 times on TV.

We are born to die tomorrow, and yet through books we are able to know events of thousands of years.