606 Quotes by Eoin Colfer

Mulch was not impressed. ‘I’m not impressed,’ he said.

I know what the Book says,” snapped Root. “I just wish you weren’t so gung ho about it. If I didn’t know you better, I’d say there was some human blood in you.” “There’s no call for that,” pouted Cudgeon. “I’m only doing my job.” “Point taken,” conceded the commander. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t often hear Root apologizing, but then it had been a deeply offensive insult.

The amorphobots had entered the ambulance through the air lock and morphed into one in the ambulance’s only cell. Actually, the bot holding Mulch Diggums was excluded from the morph, as the other bots could not identify the chemical spectrum of the gas bubbles inside the dwarf’s body, and did not frankly like the look of Mulch anyway, and so, though it tried to meld with the others, the bot was repulsed and wobbled lonely in the corner.

It was funny how quickly a person’s priorities could change. This morning he had been worried about which loafers to wear with his suit, and now all he could think about was the fact that his dearest friend’s life hung in the balance, And the balance was rapidly shifting.

Butler shot one of the half dozen diners a fierce glare, just in case she might be planning something. The woman must have been at least eighty.

That’s not how it works, Foaly. Consultants don’t give orders to captains.” “We have a Koboi sighting coming through on a satellite. It’s a live feed,” countered the technical consultant. “We’re on our way,” said Holly, severing the connection.

But as time went by, fewer camera crews turned up at the gates each morning. After all, how many hours of drooling can an audience be expected to sit through? Gradually the LEP crews were downsized from a dozen to six and finally to a single officer per shift. Where could Opal Koboi go? the.

Man is the biggest threat to Earth. We gut the planet of its fossil fuels then turn those same fuels against the planet through global warming... The world’s glaciers are losing as much as six feet of ice cover per annum, that’s half a million square miles in the Arctic Ocean alone in the past thirty years.

You wouldn’t know a clue if it danced in front of you with a T-Shirt that read ‘I’m a clue.