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

Foaly: Anyone see you come in here? Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB. Foaly: The EIB? Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building.

I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Sometimes plans don't translate smoothly from paper to real life.

It took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon. Opal tapped this into her notepad. Reminder. Shoot down the moon? Viable?

And I will not be beaten by that jackass." "Jackass?" said Foaly, wounded. "My favorite uncle is a jackass.

He knew that Dr. Argon would advise him against bottling up his emotions as it would lead to psychological scarring in the long term.