My dad's got a brilliant eye for scripts 'cos he's a literary agent. He and my agent read a load of scripts and filter them.

With copious evidence ranging from Plato's haughtiness to Beethoven's tirades, we may conclude that the most brilliant people of history tend to be a prickly lot.

Don't open the door to strangers,' said her dad. 'Unless they're selling something. Then open the door and see if I'd like it. If I'd like it, buy it for me. But nothing cheap. I have standards. Nothing too expensive, either. My standards aren't that high.

This isn't the first time I've used this, and the test subject showed no signs of impaired cognitive ability.'Who was the test subject?' asked Aurora.'I test everything out on myself before taking it into the field.'She stared at him. 'You zapped your own brain?'And it didn't do me any harm apart from the dizziness and the vomiting spells and the weirdly persistent ringing in my ears. Also the blackouts and the mood swings and the creeping paranoia. Apart from that, zero side effects, if you don't count the numb fingertips. Which I don't.

It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waters swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.

Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life’s problems when you count them as joy.

She was lost now, she'd been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova's warped tree.

This is what is called speaking. I believe that is the term. When words come out, fly into the air, live for a moment, and die. Strange, is it not? I myself have no opinion. No and no again. But still, there are words you will need to have. There are many of them. Many millions, I think. Perhaps only three or four. Excuse me. But I am doing well today. So much better than usual. If I can give you the words you need to have, it will be a great victory. Thank you. Thank you a million times over.

Most of you Mistborn are probably too proud to crawl. I'm surprised you were willing to do so your.

The door handle turned. Someone knocked, and a man's voice called, 'Uh, hello?'Valkyrie looked at Skulduggery, looked back at the others, looked at Skulduggery again.'Hello,' Skulduggery said, speaking loudly to be heard over the alarm. 'Hi,' said the man. 'The door's locked.'Is it?'Yes.'That's funny' said Skulduggery. 'Hold on a moment.' He reached out, jiggled the handle a few times, then stepped back. 'Yes, it's locked. You wouldn't happen to have the key, would you?'There was a delay in response from the other side. 'I'm sorry,' the man called, 'Who am I speaking.