Plans are invitation to disappointment.

You're not stealing anything, you're not breaking anything, so I'd guess you're Stephanie.

She wants to be polite and not hurt your feelings, so she's not going to laugh right now. But inside, inside she's laughing.

We're not robbing him," Skulduggery said." But I'm afraid I have some bad news." "Is it Deacon?" Francine asked, her eyes wide. "It is." "Is he sick?" "It's a little worse than that." She gasped. "He's dying?" "He was briefly dying," said Skulduggery. "Now he's dead.

I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized.

Annis had never been a people person, unless ‘people person’ was defined as a person who ate people.

Cheer up everyone," he said, a new brightness to his voice. "Since we’re all going to die horribly anyway, what’s there to be worried about?