You're late,' he said. 'I'm beautiful.' 'You're always beautiful.' 'I'm always late too.

Do you think it would be quite so easy to kill them now that your weapon has been destroyed?' he sneered. 'No,' she said, frowning at him, 'Obviously not.

I am a rational man, but haven't you heard? i'm also insane. It gives me a unique perspective on things.

Oh my god you're thicker than you look

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

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.

Are you kidding? I jumped off a building -- of course I'm hurt.