It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

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?

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

We lost the crickets.

Either that boy is the sanest creature on Earth, he thought, or he is so disturbed that our tests cannot even begin to scratch the surface.

Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

Evolution is a theory with more holes than a Dutch dam of swiss cheese.