The Baron, unfortunately, turns it all the way up to eleven." "Seriously? Because, you know, that's one more evil

This book is dedicated to you. Whether you are a Minion or a Skuttlebug or just, you know, a normal person, it’s because of you that I get to do what I love and laughingly call it work. I know some of you by name and some of you by sight (and some of you by smell, but let’s not get into that) but there are still countless others I have never met, and to all of you I say thank you for your support, your passion, and your lunacy.

The lies we tell other people are nothing to the lies we tell ourselves.

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city.

I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination

This is stolen? We're in a stolen jet?" "Not stolen," said Donegan Bane from the co-pilot's seat. "Almost stolen," Grascious corrected. "Semi-stolen," said Donegan. "Quasi stolen," said Grascious. Aurora's frown did not turn upside down. "So is it stolen or not?" Donegan and Grascious hesitated. "Yes,"they both said toghether.