Mr. President I am here to tell you we are not buying what you are selling in 2012.
A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done. ” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water. ” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information. ” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
Nature's a tranquilizer as you get older.
Bubba was the one person who wouldn’t even bat an eyelash that Nick was talking to an “imaginary” friend. Heck, he’d probably bring one of his own out to play, too. ~Nick
I love having ten times as much stuff to do as I can possibly find time to do. That way, I can pick the one-tenth that I want to do most. But if I only have enough to just occupy all my time, I'm stuck doing all of whatever stuff it happens to be.
If one's conscience is willing to confess whatever sins have been committed, including the sin of unbelief, it will be sorrowful in a godly way, earnestly desiring the mercy of God.