Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

Everyone says that I have no sense of humor, then I construct a perfectly sound pun around a well-known psychological condition, and it is ignored.

In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter—they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.

Don't hate me forever, Arty," whispered Holly. "I couldn't bear that.

We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas.

Artemis Fowl grinned right back at him and pointed his index finger to the sky... from the tip of this finger sprang a small blue spark that exploded like a tiny firework. “I know magic can be stolen,” said Artemis. “Because I stole some myself.