“The Desert of Lost Things," Puck said dramatically. "Well, that's appropriate. We're here, aren't we?”

“Well, that's convenient," Puck mused. "I really need to get a few of those things.”

“Besides,” Puck said, grinning his evil grin, “who says I came alone?”“You did,” called another Puck from the rooftop he just left. Glitch’s eyes bugged as the second Puck grinned down at him.“No, he didn’t,” said a third Puck from the opposite roof.“Well, I’m sure they know what he meant,” said yet another Puck, sitting atop a street lamp. “In any case, here we are.”

“Go lie down" I told them. You're both exhausted, and we're not doing anything else tonight. Get some rest.Puck snorted "My, aren't we bossy today," he said though it lack his over energy. "Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head." (Meghan & Puck)”

“So, we're at war. Perfect. Shall we save time and kill each other now, or did you want to wait until later?"-Puck”

“Who is your favorite character in the series? Or...if that's too hard, why do you like each one and who drives you crazy?Puck: Well, she likes me best, of course. I'm the handsome, charming one. Ash: Yes, that's why she gave you your own book. Oh, wait. Puck: No one asked you, ice-boy.”

“Well,” Puck said cheerfully, forcing a rather pained smile, “it’s just like old times, isn’t it? You, me, ice-boy, the future of the Nevernever hanging in the balance…we just have to wait for Furball to show up and then it’ll be perfect.” “He is already here, Goodfellow,” came a familiar voice behind us, sounding bored and offended all at once. “Where he has been for much of the conversation, waiting for you to see past the end of your nose.” “Yep.” Puck sighed as we all turned to face Grimalkin. “Just like old times.”