I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.

Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.

I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts" - Leo Valdez

I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.

"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.

This is Leo. I'm the... What's my title? Am I like, admiral, or captain, or..." "Repair boy." "Very funny, Piper.

Survive first. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later.

You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho. Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi. Leo: Rainbows, ponies... Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.

It's always hard to wrap up a series. The longer I spend with the characters, the more they become like friends.

Healthy emotions come in all sizes. Healthy minds come in all sizes. And healthy bodies come in all sizes.

When one cautions you, he is a 'lighthouse' and if one find faults with the lighthouse, when will that ship reach safely [to its destination]?.

All that we can't say is all we need to hear.

Contemporaries of Alexander Hamilton noticed "his conspicuous sense of self-possession, his unique combination of serenity and energy.

I've worked really hard. I could go and by a really expensive watch, but I don't. I still have an allowance and I stick to it. I never go over it and I always put a bit of money away to save.

Abolishing slavery leads to slaves without masters

The rolling stone rolls echoing from rock to rock; but the rolling stone is dead. The moss is silent because the moss is alive.

Man, I so sick of dinosaurs. They wasn't extinct, I'd go out an' kill 'em myself.

There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all.

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?