Thalia's shoulders relaxed. "I owe you one." "Two." "One and a half," Thalia said. She smiled, and for a second, I remembered that I actually liked her when she wasn't yelling at me.

Don’t judge someone until you’ve stood at his forge and worked with his hammer, eh?

I will call him Small Bob," said Bob. "He is a good monster." End of discussion.The Titan hefted his spear and they continued marching into the gloom.

I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens and palaces. And a mouse-yum. Hang on, Carter, I thought. not hunting mice.

Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom...that is very hard indeed.

I guess it wasn't everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.

Does truth have a moral?