Hello, Hazel Levesque.

Frank Zhang: lumbering klutz, child of Mars, part-time pachyderm.

Beautiful,' Jason exclaimed. 'Piper, you... you're a knockout.

Don't get starry-eyed about somebody you can't have, especially if it blinds you to somebody who's really important.

The dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused. they will come up to you and speak, but their voices sound like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realize you can't understand them, they frown and move away. The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.

Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck it wa nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't feel like lying.

You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.