What did he say?" Hazel asked. "With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top," Percy replied.

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.

I'm not always depressed: only when I think and feel.

The reason conservatives cohere and radicals fight: everyone agrees about fears, no one about visions.

Funniest thing happened though, you wouldn't believe it, ha, the mannequins came to life. I went insane.

When you function in love, your inside creates your outside. When you function in fear, your outside creates your inside.

Just because one likes to cook up a great meal or decorate their home doesn't mean they have to do it with granite counter tops and duck a l'orange.

VIP Rosé you can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you don't have a care

A character who is thought-out is not born, he or she is contrived. A born character is round, a thought-out character is flat.

People order clothes out of a catalogue, put it on an actor and everything is generic.

I'm generally competing with the ideal I have set for myself, and I've found that served me very well

The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned: But they will not dream of us poor lads, Left in the ground.