I hate Hera.

No one should know his entire fate. It's too dangerous and too depressing. Just keep going, do your best, and hope it's good enough. That's all any of us can do.

She decided to make his life as terrible, tragic and complicated as possible, so that some day Percy Jackson would have a really hard time writing about it.

No Tyson, the guy in the story did not attract the attention of a moose. Tyson is sad now.

But like I told you guys years ago: this demigod gig is dangerous. Don't say I didn't warn you.

When people break off relationships, they break them both from the outside and from within. The external spoils because of circumstances, but the inner [inside] must not spoil.

The more genuinely creative [the writer] is, the more he will want his work to develop in accordance with its own nature, and to stand independent of himself

In passion we trust, for passion finds infinity and says that is how many ways I can exist.

I don't know the numbers, but roughly half of the people who came through Ellis Island returned home. They came here to make money, not to make history.

I hate thinking about it, teaching about it, and writing about it. But the plain truth is that hell is real and real people go there for eternity.

Identification with your mind creates an opaque screen of concepts, labels, images, words, judgments, and definitions that blocks all true relationship.

Start by assuming the market is always wrong, so if you copy everybody else on Wall Street, you're doomed to do poorly.

Real action and true helpfulness are perhaps the ultimate charm.

Whoever loves himself or the world inordinately becomes incompatible with himself.

Happiness is not something you find, but rather something you create.