“I think kids will read more good books than we can possibly produce.”

They know they’ve won,” Carter guessed. “They’re making a show of it.” “Yes,” Amos said. “Well, let’s blow up the boats or something!” I said. Amos looked at me. “Is that your strategy, honestly?

Sadie got up and kissed Amos on the forehead. “Leave it to us, Uncle. I’ve got a plan.” “That,” I said, “sounds like very bad news.

She had to face the fact that she couldn’t protect everyone she loved. She couldn’t solve every problem.

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

The right choice is hardly ever the easy choice.

Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.

Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?

If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.

Don’t decide yet,” Hephaestus advised. “Wait until daybreak. Daybreak is a good time for decisions.

A hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as he has the nerve.

Knowledge of any value can’t be given. It must be sought and earned

Think positive girl, or the world ends.

I think I write for reluctant readers. Of course I want everyone to enjoy my books, but if the kids in the back row who normally don’t pick up a book are engaged with what I’m writing, along with the kids who are big readers anyway, then I really feel like I’ve done my job.

Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment.

Never bet against a cat.

Great victory requires great risk. -Hera

I like every girl. Every kind of girl that there is, I like.

I could go out to five parties a day if I wanted to. I don’t. I have attachments to my wife and kids – and about 20 pieces of art.

Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion.

I want certain things out of life. I want my grand kids, my kids’ kids, being able to inherit what I’ve worked so hard to build.

I look at my kid, and one part of me wants to keep her as my little baby. But, y’know, the bottom line is she’s 18!

Kids win this’n’that every day. Thousands of them. One out of a hundred fights professionally. One out of a thousand’s worth watchin’, one out of a million’s worth coffee and doughnuts.

Parents are often at fault, but the kids have some work to do, too.

I had a lot of hurts and confusions. You know, it’s hard when you’re a kid to be different. You’re all full of things, and you don’t know that it’s about.