Quotes from Derek Landy

this is going to be dangerous, I can't make any of you come with me on this one. Questions" Everybody put their hands up "Sorry", Skulduggery said, "I meant 'volunteers'. Thank you

What is a life?" Scapegrace continued. "Is life merely living? Is it having a heartbeat? Or is life the effect you have on others? Is it the effect you have on the world around you? If so, what have I done with mine? How have I wasted it?

So when the time comes, when you have served your purpose, I swear to you I'm gonna kill you for free." And with that, Billy-Ray Sanguine disappeared into the ground. Then he popped his head back up. "Or at least half price." And he was gone again.

I've had years to see the funny side.

He came in as soon as we opened, asked for a growling panther on his shoulder blade. He fainted the moment I started." "A growling panther?" "Yep." "Then why are you giving him a tattoo of a kitten?" Finbar shrugged. "I'm just in a kitten kind of mood, y'know?

You just can't go around putting your hand through people's faces. It's rude for one thing. Deeply unsettling for another.

Crux sneered. "That's an awfully big word for a thirteen-year-old." Valkyrie resisted the urge to hit him. "Actually, it's not," she replied. "It's fairly standard. Also, I'm fourteen. Also, your beard's stupid." "Isn't this fun?" Skulduggery said brightly. "The three of us getting along so well.

She would live and love. She would be vibrant and happy and thoughtful and strong.

but you're angry. Not with me, because no one could be angry with me, but with others.

She is just Cat. She curls up on my chest whenever I sit down, and goes to sleep. I hope she doesn't miss me. I'm going to miss her.

People gossip even when they don't care,

I've never lifted weights in my life," Shudder responded. "My muscle mass is a natural part of my being genetically superior to you.

We're just too good at our job." "Damn it," Valkyrie scowled. "I hate being too good at our job.

Nationality?" Valkyrie asked. Sleave laughed. "Don't you know? Irish, of course. The most evil people in the world are Irish.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click, a sound is made, not a flame. Where a shadow is a think created by the sun, not a weapon. Where your reflection stays in the mirror, and where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing: Imagination

Only a heathen brings a gun to a sword fight." "Only a moron brings a sword to a gunfight.

Look at the face I don't have, Craven, and tell me if it looks like I care.

will heal your wounds," he said, "but I will not facilitate your battles.

It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay.

But how do we get the last Faceless One to go back through?" "We're going to let it chase us." "Us?" "Well, I say 'us'. I mean you." "Terrific," Valkyrie muttered.

I don't want to think about living in a world where you're not in it, all right?

It wasn't all bad," Skulduggery responded. "It gave me time to catch up on some screaming.

Of course not. It's only funny when it happens to other people. I'd have thought that was obvious.

It hurts," she said.