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

“I have to tell you, Arty, a screw up this early in the proceedings doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence. I hope you’re as clever as you keep telling everyone you are.” “I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared...”

“Don't hate me forever, Arty," whispered Holly. "I couldn't bear that.”

“A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl”

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

“I miss my suits...”

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