Dude." Jason gave Percy a bear hug."Back from Tartarus!" Leo whooped. "That's my peeps!

Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!

He scowled at Jason. "And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again.

But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil.

Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.

Think long and hard about how you proceed, Nico di Angelo. You cannot lie to Cupid. If you let your anger rule you... well, your fate will be even sadder then mine.

Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.

Twelve minutes. I can give you that.

Love was the most savage monster of all.

Love is on every side, and no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you.

Wow. When he started looking back on the war with Kronos as the good old days--that was sad.

Take care of your body. It's the only place you have to live.

A dear friend of mine once told me that the only way around is through. I now live by this.

If you go too far with naturalism, there is no need to even organize; just look... and paint what you see until the canvas ends.

It doesn't take any talent to play hard.

I would roll up pennies to take the subway to work in Times Square. I was broke, but I was happy.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

In my sick brain, gruesome violence and comedy go as hand-to-hand together as anything else in the world.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

I just want to express a generalized and endless feeling of love inside of me directed at every single person who exists or will ever exist.

Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength.