Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterWhich reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.
The Sea of MonstersO, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Othello