I'm not good with children," the god confessed. "Or people. Well, any organic life forms, really.

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.

If the achievement of so much in life could not make one happy, then why bother living?

The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead.

I was recently told by a guy friend that red lipstick during the summer is distracting, and I said, "You need to shut up because I love red lips in the summer." Guys are stupid, moral of the story.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

By helping others come unto Him, you will find that you have come unto Him yourself

Filmmakers get into trouble when they're watching too many DVDs and quoting all the time.

Nothing smelled so good or danced so well as a birch fire.

To actually be allowed to be beautiful is a total first for me.

How many people long for that "past, simpler, and better world," I wonder, without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better, and not the world about them?

What does it matter where we go? Wherever we go, won't we be serving God there? And wherever we go, won't we have Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament with us? Isn't that enough to make us happy?