People are afraid of you, Arty. Girls are terrified of you. You’re a fifteen-year-old in a bespoke suit, and nobody died.

Oh,It's going to be so easy to kill you",scoffed Opal.

We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas.

Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

There’s always time for babbling.

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