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

skulduggery pleasant is the best book I've ever read and has enspired myself to become an author.

She turned to Skulduggery and held out her arms. “Come here, you.” He tilted his head. “My hugs are for special occasions only.” “Hug me.” “I prefer the old tradition.” “Hug.” “Would a handshake do?” “Hug.” “A pat on the back?” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms round him. “Hug,” she said. He sighed, and his hands settled on her shoulders. The others were warm and their embraces strong – with Skulduggery the hug was cold, and there were areas on his jacket that gave way beneath her fingers, and she could feel the emptiness within. She didn’t mind.

So what does that actually mean?' 'To be honest, Ghastly, I haven't a bull's notion.' 'Elder Bespoke should be addressed by his full title,' Tipstaff said. 'Of course,' Skulduggery said. 'To be honest, Your Highness, I haven't a bull's notion.

Desmond, don't poke the baby!'... 'I'll get you next time-' Don't threaten the baby either!'.

I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.

And then the Necromancers pulled out their sub-atomic machine guns.