Eoin Colfer
Eoin Colfer
Eoin Colferis an Irish author of children's books. He worked as a primary school teacher before he became a full-time writer. He is best known for being the author of the Artemis Fowl series. In September 2008, Colfer was commissioned to write the sixth installment of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, entitled And Another Thing ..., which was published in October 2009...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth14 May 1965
CityWexford, Ireland
CountryIreland
If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.
I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?
If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.
...Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.
I don't like lollipops.
Confidence is ignorance. If you're feeling cocky, it's because there's something you don't know.
Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?
Foaly: Anyone see you come in here? Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB. Foaly: The EIB? Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building.
Artemis: (shocked) Why, Doctor? This is a sensitive area. For all you know I could be suffering from depression. Doctor Po: I suppose you could. Is that the case? Artemis: (head in hands) It's my mother, Doctor. Doctor Po: Yes? Artemis: My mother, she... Doctor Po: Your mother, yes? Artemis: She forces me to endure this ridiculous therapy when the school's so-called counsellors are little better than misguided do-gooders with degrees.
Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.
When the moment comes, will you take your chance to be a hero?
Don’t feel bad; I regularly reduce people to unintelligible stammers.
I have no time for babbling foolishness.” “Don’t be so hasty,” said Victor. “There’s always time for babbling.
If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.” “Will he make me bathe?” “No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.” “Ah. One of those.