A genius. A criminal mastermind. A millionaire. And he is only twelve years old.

Don't try to understand me, just be grateful that you felt the warmth of Zaphod Beeblebrox's aura on your wonderstruck face.

I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.

Just what we need," moaned Holly. "Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.” “Will he make me bathe?” “No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.” “Ah. One of those.

I have to tell you, Arty, a screw up this early in the proceedings doesn't exactly fill me with confidence. I hope you're as clever as you keep telling everyone you are." "I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.