I stared at him (Dionysus). "You're...you're married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-

Zoë threw up her hands in exasperation. "I hate this language. It changes too often!

Grover started to sniffle and I figured if I didn't cheer him up he'd either start bawling or chewing up my mattress. He tends to eat household objects whenever he gets upset.

If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?

Yay!' he said. 'Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!

There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.

You promised you would protect her Nico said. He might as well have stabbed me with a rusty dagger.It would've hurt less than reminding me of my promise.

Your former friend Luke " Poseidon corrected. "He once promised things like that. He was Hermes's pride and joy. Just bear that in mind Percy. Even the bravest can fall.

So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.

Successful people have libraries. The rest have big screen TVs.

Learn the principles, abide by the principles, and then dissolve the principles.

Power doesn't back up in the face of a smile, or in the face of a threat of some kind of nonviolent loving action. It's not the nature of power to back up in the face of anything but some more power.

Fortunately, I started very young, so I read music very well. And my favorite composers to play are Brahms and Mozart.

I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.

We are all differently broken, semi-functional, rusted out love machines

The whole HTML validation exercise is questionable, but validating as XHTML is flat-out masochism. Only recommended for those that enjoy pain. Or programmers. I can’t always tell the difference.

You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.

My experience tells me the hard road is almost always the right road.

It takes a lot of energy to dull the soul and not hear its voice