“Food for thought: Every dead body on Mount Everest was once a highly motivated person. Stay lazy my friends. It may save your life one day.”
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“He has gotten very tired of everyone thinking the worst of him. He has decided to actively encourage them to do so. It is his perverse notion of amusement, you see.”
Source: Dreams of Gods & Monsters
“Who wants us?" Bianca demanded. "Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're wrong. We don't have any family. Nico and I—" Her voice broke a little. "We've got no one but each other.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“Bianca di Angelo shivered. "That explains Nico, you remember last summer, those guys
who tried to attack us in the alley in DC?"
"And that bus driver," Nico said. "The one with the ram's horns. I *told* you that was real.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“And, Bianca, come with me. I would like to speak with you."
"What about me?" Nico asked.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“I love Nico”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“I stepped away from Annabeth. “We were just looking at maps,” I said stupidly.
Malcolm stared at me. “Okay.”
Source: The Battle of the Labyrinth
“I tan after her and found Annabeth at my side, keeping pace, her sword in her hand. “This might be it,” she said. “Could be.” “Nice fighting with you, Seaweed Brain.” “ Ditto.” Together we leaped into the monster’s path.”
Source: The Battle of the Labyrinth
“A lesson any writer can use. Don’t be afraid. That simple; don’t let them scare you. There’s nothing they can do to you. If they kick you out of films, do TV. If they kick you out of TV, write novels. If they won’t buy your novels, sell short stories. Can’t do that, then take a job as a bricklayer. A writer always writes. That’s what he’s for. And if they won’t let you write one kind of thing, if they chop you off at the pockets in the market place, then go to another market place. And if they close of all the bazaars, then by God go and work with your hands till you can write, because the talent is always there. But the first time you say, “Oh, Christ, they’ll kill me!” then you’re done. Because the chief commodity a writer has to sell is his courage. And if he has none, he is more than a coward. He is a sellout and a fink and a heretic, because writing is a holy chore.”
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“I ran after her and found Annabeth at my side, keeping pace, her sword in her hand. “This might be it,” she said. “Could be.” “Nice fighting with you, Seaweed Brain.” “Ditto.” Together we leaped into the monster’s path.”
Source: The Battle of the Labyrinth