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

So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?" The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. "My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant." Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning.

Commander: What's that? Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?

If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.

Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you..." ... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible. "Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?

Being in command means making tough decisions. Not being in command means shutting up and doing what you're told. --Artemis Fowl

Boo-hoo. Help me, I'm a girl. What kind of modern woman are you? A smart one.