Of course. Opal is toying with our emotions for her own gratification. Nothing more. She wishes to place herself in a position of power, emotionally.

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese.

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.

Artemis Fowl will never be secondary." "I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly.

And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.

Friendship isn't a science mudboy. Just do what you think is right.