Why can't we for once have a meeting in Starbucks?
Friendship isn't a science mudboy. Just do what you think is right.
Certain battles were won by retreating.
Pizza, pizza,Fill up your face,The thicker the pastry,The better the base!
The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.
Some people just needed to be stolen from.
Perhaps we can win, he thought. But there will be no happy ending
Don't hate me forever, Arty, whispered Holly. I couldn't bear that.
The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese.
So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant.Holly shook the profe...
They were in a position of total ignorance and people in that position often died without being enlightened.
He threw his head back and sang, 'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, ArtemisFoaly is singing, said Holly. Surely that's illegal?
So, let's make a deal: If you do not voice all the withering comments about the weight or uselessness of this jacket that are no doubt swirling in that big brain of yours, then I will not mention the...
This might hurt a little is universal code for this will definitely hurt a lot
Artemis looked at Holly and felt a tremendous affection for her... he could properly appreciate how fierce and beautiful his best friend was...She is truly magical, thought Artemis. Perhaps her qualit...
She strode across the McGraney boundary without a backward glance, legs cutting twin swatches in the green-black grass. Dawn sunlight simmered on the tip of each blade, and Holly's passage set a surgi...
It looks like you've found an intellectual equal, Mulch, said Holly. It's a pity he isn't a girl; then you could marry him.Mulch imitated shock. Romance outside your species. Now THAT's disgusting. Wh...
The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.
So, what did you get for me?Angeline paused for a beat. Jeans.What? croaked Artemis.And a T-shirt.
Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: "Soon all the humans will be dead," she said, dronin...