“Chaos is impatient. It’s random. And above all it’s selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.”

Love was the most savage monster of all.

Wisdom’s daughter walks alone, The mark of Athena burns through Rome.

Love is powerful. It can bring the gods to their knees.

Oh, did you expect me to play fair?” Cupid laughed. “I am the god of love. I am never fair.

It’s always hard to wrap up a series. The longer I spend with the characters, the more they become like friends.

Some pain shouldn’t be wished away so easily. It has to be dealt with, even embraced.

I tell aspiring writers that you have to find what you must write. When you find it, you will know, because the subject matter won’t let you go. It’s not enough to write simply because you think it would be neat to be published. You have to be compelled to write. If you’re not, nothing else that you do matters.

Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.

Brother,” Artemis chided. “You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.

Have you ever noticed how parents can go from the most wonderful people in the world to totally embarrassing in three seconds?

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

Curse us eh/I’ll make you pay!/I don’t want to rhyme all day!

I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.

Otrera stayed dead the second time,” Kinzie said, batting her eyes. “We have to thank you for that. If you ever need a new girlfriend…well, I think you’d look great in an iron collar and an orange jumpsuit.” Percy couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not. He politely thanked her and changed seats.

Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.