You keep right on building that fence, Faye. See what good it does you.

Be yourself. Unless you can be a unicorn, In that case, you should always be a unicorn.

I slump in my chair, thinking how a narcotic party of one is no party at all.

Aw, you’re nothing but heart, Mako. Nice valentine in your skull, by the way. Is that temporary or did the Tanaka-kai change their daimon to attract the Powerpuff Girls crowd?

If you ever pull a switcheroo like that again, Dee, I’m going to offer your boyfriend ten thousand dollars to make out with Alice for two minutes.

Faye, if you got eaten by another shark, would you please at least have the decency to say so? My time is kind of limited, if you know what I’m sayin’.

Turns out making a dramatic exit is a lot harder when you have to stand there and wait another twenty minutes for a boat to dock.

Enjoy your little run because there’s no way you get off this boat without her trying to slice your Achilles in half.

The words ‘drink me’ come to mind. Anyone besides me up for some heavy alcohol consumption?

Oh, Alice, you haven’t even had a taste of my romantic streak yet. And when the time’s right I don’t think I’ll have to ‘try’ to have my way with you. I just WILL.

Have you thrown ‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’ at her yet?

Wow, " she said. "It's like you're teaching me something and being all wise.""You are not easy to get along with, " Skulduggery said.

I hereby arm myself for today with coffee and the willingness to be wrong.

Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name.

There are times when I'm really happy and I write something really sad, and vice versa.

Golf was my life. I didn't want to give it up. So I went to work!

Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.

A huge amount of our everyday thinking - powerful, creative, and resonant stuff - is done socially: talking to other people, arguing with them, relying on them to recall information for us.

I don't think there's a specific science you can put on dream psychology. I think that it's up to the, obviously, the individual.

Oh, no. To live... to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together