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

You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

Getting something and having the wits to use it…those are two different things.

The world may need fixing, but it’s worth preserving.

I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid.

Good luck, boss. Don’t let’em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack)

A person’s shadow stood for his legacy, his impact on the world. Some people cast hardly any shadow at all. Some cast long, deep shadows that endured for centuries.

People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed.

That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.” Which one is me?” I asked. The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested. Oh, shut up.

your loved ones have been used to lure you into Kronos’s traps. Your fatal flaw is personal loyalty Percy. You do not know when it is time to cut your losses. To save a friend you would sacrifice the world.

But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword.

Humans see what they want to see.

Do not despair. Heroes rarely live up to to our expectations

When in doubt, start from the top. -Jason Grace

Sometimes you have to lose a piece to win a game.

I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.

As these machines leak into every corner of our lives, they will annoy us, infuriate us, and even kill a few of us.

I would box them into a corner with a badly formed question, and they didn’t know how to get out of it. Now, I let them take me through it step by step, and I listen.

I’ve seen enough things to know that if you just keep on going, if you turn the corner, the sun will be shining.

I was playing a part of someone dealing dope on a street corner – and there was a guy actually dealing heroin right there. I looked at him, he looked at me, and I got real confused.

I sang do-wop on the street corner before it was called do-wop.I can sing some polkas. And proud of that.

The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.

Even now, sometimes on street corners… when I meet someone, I see your shadow.