Nice day for a funeral.

Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me." "I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.

A German philosopher once wrote that he who fights monsters must take care that he doesn't become one himself.

What is this place? Hogwarts? -- Alex Rider

Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.

My greatest fear is disappointing the reader, so each book has to be better than the one before.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.