There’s always time for babbling.

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

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

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?

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

Miss me? Bet you did ... so would I.

...This is the only way. I will not allow humans or fairies to die when I might have prevented it.” Butler would not give up. “Listen to yourself. You sound like a... like a good guy! There’s nothing in this for you.