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

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?

While my insides may be rotten, I still like a good reason to kill someone. It has to be either business, personal, or out of sheer boredom.

Plans are invitation to disappointment.

Tides do what tides do – they turn.

Only a heathen would bring a gun to a sword fight.' And only a moron would bring a sword to a gunfight.

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.