I don't think about being famous, really. Being an author, I don't generally get stopped as I walk down the street. It's not like being a movie star.

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

But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.

When he woke, daylight was coming through the glass floor, and a boy's voice said, "Oh...You are in so much trouble.

He could't have survied a hundred foot drop. I'm sorry Annabeth.

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

I seriously needed an extra-strength magic pillow, because my ba refused to stay put. [And no, Sadie, I don't think wrapping my head in duct tape would've worked either.]