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

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

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.

Well, for future reference, this is my serious face.

The workshop door opened and Skulduggery emerged. "Ryan," he said, "stop leaning on my car.

Being a detective isn't all about torture and murder and monsters. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant...The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives.

Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough