“Never bet against a cat.”

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.

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.

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.

It isn’t easy being a brilliant inventor, always alone. Always misunderstood. Easy to turn bitter, make horrible mistakes. People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed. -Hephaestus

I have more ideas than I’ll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.

There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

An atheist is someone who is certain that God does not exist, someone who has compelling evidence against the existence of God.

No one who goes against her can win.

What we need to do is always lean into the future; when the world changes around you and when it changes against you – what used to be a tail wind is now a head wind – you have to lean into that and figure out what to do because complaining isn’t a strategy.

We are at a good level. Our secret is that we play the same way against each opponent.