Leo took out a pen and autographed the arm of one of the nymphs. “Narcissus is a loser! He’s so weak, he can’t bench-press a Kleenex. He’s so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it’s got a picture of Narcissus—only the picture’s so ugly, no one ever checks it out.

What colors are the eyes of Anubis?" "Brown...Duh.

Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language." Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?" "With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top." Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!" This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing. "Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that.

I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.

I don’t define myself by the boys who may or may not like me.

She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.

I wrote for 10 years before I even started the 'Percy Jackson' series.