Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: "Soon all the humans will be dead," she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. "And then Opal will be loved." And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

I have always loved 'Stig of the Dump.' I think reading that book made me officially realise that I was a reader.

Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

I want you to know, my dear friend, that without you, I would not be the person I am today." He leaned in close and whispered, "I was a broken boy, and you fixed me. Thank you.

You wouldn't know a clue if it danced in front of you with a T-Shirt that read 'I'm a clue

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

She forces me to endure this ridiculous therapy, when the so-called counselors are little better than misguided do-gooders with degrees. -Artemis Fowl