What are you talking about?" Narcissus demanded. "I am amazing. Everyone knows this." "Amazing at pure suck," Leo said. "If I was as suck as you, I'd drown myself. Oh wait, you already did that.

All of my characters tend to be montages of different people I've met: little bits and pieces of their personalities put together.

Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.

Any moment now..." The girl [Calypso] stared out at the water. No magical raft appeared. "Maybe it got stuck in a traffic," Leo said.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

Americans are an odd bunch, but they grow on you.

Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys but it's true.