There are no techniques in politics.
I'm a mixture of untidy and anal.
Pretty's just a pretty word.
The ocean is a Turing machine, the sand is its tape; the water reads the marks in the sand and sometimes erases them and sometimes carves new ones with tiny currents that are themselves a response to the marks.
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn’t want to be without her.
Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—” “Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?” “No!” “Me neither,” Leo admitted.
Ceres wanted a united front in the plant war." "The plant war," Percy said. "You're going to arm all the little grapes with tiny assault rifles?
I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta." Leo snorted. "What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.
I'm the Super-sized McShizzle, man!" Leo said. "I'm Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies a bad boy.
Percy was getting tired of water. If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.
I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe... but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?
The good thing is Jason and I both outrank you so we can both tell you to shut up.
Now, leave." All three boys slumped forward. Percy fell face-first into his pizza. "Percy!" Annabeth grabbed him.
She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.
Adventures are what happens when an event is flawed, a mark of imperfection.
This is what a woman is: unadorned, after children and work and age, and experience-these are the marks of living.
The distinguishing mark of man is the , the instrument with which he does all his mischief.
He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.
It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.
What was it that marked me as a woman and was I prepared to let it go?
