I want you to know, my dear friend, that without you, I would not be the person I am today." He leaned in close and whispered, "I was a broken boy, and you fixed me. Thank you.

Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn't catch me doing that.

I often meet frustrated young writers who say they've only got so far and just can't finish a book. Even if you don't happen to use what you've worked on that day, it has taught you something and you'll be amazed when you might come back to it and use it again.

Too much damned TV. Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes." "That's professor Moriarty," corrected Foaly. "Holmes, Moriarty, they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.

We're being lead by an idiot with a crayon.

When the moment comes, will you take your chance to be a hero?

Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.