Quotes from Eoin Colfer

Exactly, Artemis," confirmed the bodyguard. "Or, as we used to say in the Delta: we are running blindfolded into the kill box." Artemis's face fell. Kill box? Holly shot Butler a withering glance. Nicely put, big guy. Artemis's family lives in that kill box.

Luckily, he had the memory span of a particularly dim goldfish, so with any luck he'd have forgotten all about the comment by the time they'd completed their mission.

Der Trick bei Verhandlungen bestand darin, von Anfang an alle Karten in der Hand zu haben oder zumindest so auszusehen, als ob dem so wäre.

Holly's mouth was a tight line as she shook her head. "Navy rules, Butler. You're on my boat, you follow my orders." "As I remember, I brought the boat." "Yes, thanks for bringing my boat.

I feel him near in the twist of me guts. It's something I've always been able to do. --The Reluctant Assassin

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

Artemis put on his best sinister face. Evil. He told himself. Evil, but highly intelligent. And determined; don't forget determined.

A sprite came into my office the other day, and he had a bunch of microscopic hoop-worm larvae wriggling around his armpit. What is wrong with people?

Hat dich jemand reinkommen sehen? Ja, das FBI, die CIA, die NSA, die DEA und das MI6. Ach ja, und die GPB. Die GPB? Gesamte Polizeibelegschaft.

It's a strange feeling not to know who you are exactly.

A genius he may be, but he is still a habitual meddler and magnet for trouble." The bodyguard winked at Artemis. "No offense, young sir, but you could turn a Sunday picnic into an international incident.

The commander had decided to take offense at the fact that the first female officer in Recon's history had been assigned to his squad. Recon was a notoriously dangerous posting with a high fatality rate, and Root didn't think it was any place for a girlie. Well, he was just going to have to get used to the idea, because Holly Short had no intention of quitting for him or anybody else.

Artemis and Holly stood there in their underwear, gingerly locking fingers. They had crossed space and time together, weathered rebellions, and tangled with demented despots. Coughed blood, lost digits, inhaled dwarf fumes, and swapped eyeballs, yet they found holding hands awkward. No1 knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist a parting crack. "I now pronounce you . . .

history has taught us that it is unwise to wager against a protective mother, as often the universe sides with this particular energy.

Sometimes, Spiro missed the times when a troublesome worker would be thrown out a high window and that was the end of him. These days, if you threw someone out of a window, they'd phone their lawyer on the way down.

I know what you're thinking," said Root. "Why am I picking on you every day? Why don't I ever bawl out those other layabouts?" Holly said nothing, but agreement was written all over her face. "I'll tell you why, shall I?" Holly risked a nod. "It's because you're a girl.

There are a lot of hopes riding on you. But there is a lot of prejudice against you too.

desperate times required judicious risk-taking.

And suddenly I was afraid. My father, the man whose shoes I had been trying to fill for two years, was awake. Would he still live up to my expectations? Would I live up to his?

Artemis was wearing a pair of red Armani boxer shorts, which were pretty much the same color as his face.

It was a woefully inadequate response, and Artemis was instantly appalled with himself. Pathetic really: I don't like lollipops. No self-respecting criminal mastermind would be caught dead even using the word lollipops. He really would have to put together a database of witty responses for occasions such as this.

his size drew attention from everyone who happened to glance downwards. But Mulch quickly discovered that Mud People could find a reason to distrust almost anyone. Height, weight, skin colour, religion. It was almost safer to be different in some way.

Just a minute, Miss Frazetti, I'm getting dressed.' 'Hurry it up, Mo,' snapped Carla, her voice crackly through the cheap speakers. 'I'm getting old here.

I met Jesus,' mumbled Vern, his head coming up. 'He weren't even a good carpenter.