You promise?""I cross the place where my heart used to be and wish to be even more deader than I am now.

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.

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

It always a blessing to learn the wisdom from elderly people.

Dancing is about enjoying life. One of the hardest things for us to do is to dance.

No violence, gentlemen — no violence, I beg of you! Consider the furniture!

To think too much is a disease.

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

Our dourest parsons, who followed the nonconformist fashion of long extemporary prayers, always seemed to me to be bent on bullying God.

Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak

Truth is in your sahasrara. And when the truth comes in, you are surprised that truth is love and love is truth, pure love.

The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God