Since Stark had come back from the Otherworld, he'd been too weak and out of it to do much more than eat, sleep, and play computer games with Seoras, which was actually a super weird sight, it was like high school meets Braveheart meets Call of Duty.

I don't think the amount of belief you have is what's important. I think it's what you have belief in that matters.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

that's as nutty as squirrel turds

She's magnificent," Radius said, smiling proudly as he vaulted the steps and followed Aphrodite. "I can think of a lot of m words that she could be. Magnificent isn't one of them," Stark grumbled. "Mental and mean pop into my head," I said. "Manure pops into mine," Stark said. "Manure?" "I think she's full of shot, but it's too many words and doesn't start with an m, so that's as close as I could get," he said.

But sometimes you gotta do stuff you don’t want to do.

No problem, I'll get a penguin to show us