My brother broke into a toothy grin. "Yay! Your brain works!

Fairness does not mean everyone gets the same. Fairness means everyone gets what they need.

I can't get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.

You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind.” -Hera, goddess of marriage

I gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed something like: Hey, you know I’m on your side. Gods are such jerks! But what can you do? Probably my expression actually conveyed: It’s not my fault! Please do not kill me!

There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!" ... "Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.

Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.