Quotes from Eoin Colfer

He needed a plan. Something audacious and brilliant. Something that had never been attempted before. Artemis was not unduly worried on that front. His brain had never let him down before.

His little voice piped up, Are you nervous, Wyvern? Holy shit, are you scared? Vern answered back under his breath, I ain't scared, asshole. I'm prudent, is all. It's been awhile, and I'm the last dragon, so far as I know. The world can't stand to lose me. But Vern was nervous, and possibly a smidge scared, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though he wouldn't admit it to his little voice. Even Adele gets stage fright, he told himself. Be like Adele and use the energy.

PIGEON DROPPINGS

Generally doesn't sound very improbable. Doesn't sound very zenzizenzizenzic to one against. Sounds more like even money to me.

I often think that an individual's character can be judged by what he considers worthy of celebration.

Vern was alternately amused or irked by humans' reaction to his appearance. On this occasion, he experienced both emotions within a second of each other. The first guy blurted, Hail, Satan. Which was presumably a last ditch attempt to change saviours to appease the devil heading for him.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going spiraling off into a black tunnel. Concentrate, he told himself. Focus.

Artemis did not rise to the forge-a-relationship lure that Adamsson had tossed out. He did not have room in his life for yet another friend that he didn't trust.

He had also written a computer

he was a chip off the old block. They were wrong. Master Artemis

But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice. "Oh, you can't help that," said the cat. "We're all mad here.

I imagine you're in great pain, it's to be expected with such a laceration. You will have a rather large scar, but then looks are not really important to you." Mulch sequined at Artemis through a narrowed eye. "Are you trying to be funny? Oh my God, you're not. That was actually the nicest thing you could think of to say.

pair of you. Might I remind you, that you

troll-riding dwarf

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going, spiraling off in a black tunnel. 'Concentrate,' he told himself. 'Focus.

M...maybe,' I stutter. 'Whatever the reason, this woman has problems. We need to be compassionate, show understanding.' 'Or slice her head off. I have plastic bags.' Sure. We could toss her in the car beside her partner, then drive to the mall where I dumped Macey and line up all three bodies together in the Lexus. Hell, why not steal Connie's corpse from the morgue to complete the set?

Passion is the enemy of efficiency.

Pex and Chips were not quite sure what was going on, but decided that it might be a good idea to join in the fun. They pulled out their weapons and began shooting up the lab.

Hello there, young man. Would you like to see the children's menu?" A vein pulsed in Artemis's temple. "No, mademoiselle, I would not like to see the children's menu. I have no doubt that the children's menu itself tastes better than the meals on it.

Weet je, juffrouw Holly, je ziet er heel dramatisch uit zo met dat vuur achter je. Heel aantrekkelijk als ik zo vrij mag zijn. Ik weet dat je een moment passionné met Artemis hebt gehad...' … Foaly nam als eerste weer het woord. 'Wat sta je daar nou te kijken, kapitein Short? Wat gaat er op dit moment door je hoofd? Niet nadenken, gewoon zeggen.

I am surprised. 'A disk? A bloody disk. What do I look like to you? Jason goddamn Bourne?

Without going into details, let's just say that there wasn't much left besides horns and hooves.

This is working out pretty well, all things considered. My giddy side wants to giggle, but I choke it down. Later for the girlishness.

Mulch locked his mouth and threw away the key.