Ella was fluttering above him, dodging missiles and calling out advice: "The groin. The Earthborn's groin is sensitive."SMASH!"Good. Yes. Tyson found its groin.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!

Life is only precious because it ends, kid.

It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.

[Iris] squeezed his hand. "Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.

Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

June cackled with delight, muttering, "Whoops!" as a car almost killed them.

Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate

It was like Percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. What mattered was listening. You didn’t need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on—moving forward.

Always wanting another man than your own.

All kids, I think, are creative, but they get it pounded out of them in school.

Thought, unassisted by learning, is dangerous.

At the rate we're going, the 21st century looks pretty clear. It's going to be pretty violent

What an incredible witness it is to a lost and fearful society when the Christian acts like a child of God, living under the loving sovereignty of the Heavenly Father.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust.

Poverty is a thorough instructress in all the arts. [Lat., Paupertas . . . omnes artes perdocet.]