"My Instructors in science and technology have taught us about how the brain works," Jonas told him eagerly. "It's full of electrical impulses. It's like a computer. If you stimulate one part of the brain with an electrode, it-"’ He stopped talking. He could see an odd look on The Giver’s face. "They know nothing."

"He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant."

"But today we honor your differences.They have determined your future."

"But at the same time he was filled with fear. He did not know what his selection meant. He did not know what he was to become. Or what would become of him."

"It didn't worry him. How could someone not fit in? The community was so meticulously ordered, the choices so carefully made."

"His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?" But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true."

"The Old were always given the highest respect."

"Jonas tried to be brave. He remembered that the Chief Elder had said he was brave."

"It was a game he had often played with the other children, a game of good guys and bad guys, a harmless pasttime that used up their contained energy and ended only when they all lay posed in freakish postures on the round. He had never recognized it before as a game of war."

"[Talking about Eve] Shane: You've seen that movie where the zombies eat people's brains?"

"So, are we at the lying point of the relationship already? Usually that comes after the exciting, hot and sexy honey-moon period."

"Eve: Well punch him in the face and then run like hell."

"She had never thought of a guy's feet as sexy before. Not even movie-star feet. But Shane... There was no part of him that wasn't sizzle hot ~ Claire"

"Karma's a bitch, and so am I ~ Eve"

"Thank you He mimicked You're thanking that bitch? For what, Claire? For beating you? For trying to kill you? For killing my sister? Christ. First Michael, then you. I don't know any of you anymore." ~ Shane"

"Eve: Right, pasta makes foam, good to know. Too hot. Way too hot."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, bad idea. Bad. No Cookie. You can't go back, Not by yourself. ~Eve"

"But I've been noticing lately that he is totally Hottie Mchott of Hotland ~Eve"

"You're late." "Sorry, Sunshine. Traffic was murder." "You are covered with soot. And you managed to ruin the clothes I made for you, which were impossible to ruin." "Well, you know. I'm all about doing the impossible."

"Talking to enemy statues now? Futile. You have roughly two minutes of life." "Oh, but I don't abide by your time frame, giant. A Roman does not wait for death. She seeks it out, and meets it on her own terms."

"Never assume you're safe, and never, ever tempt the Fates by announcing that you think you're safe."

"Although, to be fair, she is cute as a button.(Why do we say that? What's so cute about a button, anyway?)"

"My mother showed me the truth. I was fighting against my own nature, and it brought me nothing but misery. Giants are not meant to love mortals or gods. Gaea helped me accept what I am. Eventually we all must return home, Praetor. We must embrace our past, no matter how bitter and dark."

"Atlantis?" "That's a myth." "Uh... don't we deal in myths?" "No, I mean it's a made-up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth." "So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, then?" "Shut up, Grace."

"You've got the wrong impression." "You've got the wrong impression, if you think you can attack me and take me captive. Where are my friends?" "Unharmed, right where you left them. Look, it's three to one and your hands are tied." "You're right. Get another six of you in here and it might be a fair fight."

"Boys I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy ~Eve"

"We're going to run out there together." "Then what?" "I have no idea." "Gods, I hate it when you lead."

""You should've died for your crimes. That was the punishment. Instead you got exile. You should have stayed away. Your father Orcus may not approve of broken oaths. But my father Hades really doesn't approve of those who escape punishment." "Please!" That word didn't make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice."

"His mother's unkept promise was at the core of who he was. He'd built his whole life around the irratation of her words, like the grain of sand at the center of a pearl. People lie. Promises are broken. That was why, as much as it chafed him, Jason followed rules. He kept his promises. He never wanted to abandon anyone the way he'd been abandoned and lied to."

"When she died, the words would probably be written on her tombstone: There were too many of them."

"Annabeth Chase, LXX: Annabeth, p. 527"

"Get in the elevator. I'll hold the button." "Yeah, right! You promised, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!" "You're impossible!" "Love you too!"

"Tartarus was in a class all by himself. He was more powerful than the gods or Titans. Demigods were nothing to him. If Percy charged to help Bob, he would squashed like an ant. But Annabeth also knew that Percy wouldn't listen. He couldn't leave Bob to die alone. That just wasn't him-and that was one of the many reasons she loved him, even if he was an Olympian sized pain in the podex. "We'll go together.""

"As always, the subject of Bianca lay between them like a loaded gun-deadly, easy to reach, impossible to ignore."

"You remind of my own children, Jason Grace. You have blown from place to place. You are undecided. You change day to day. If you could turn the wind sock, which way would it blow?" "Excuse me?" "You say you need a navigator. You need my permission. I say you need neither. It is time to choose a direction. A wind that blows aimlessly is of no use to anyone."

"So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating, bubbling under the surface. Percy was no more than a minor annoyance to these immortal beings. They just had to out wait him."

"You could make even the most terrifying topic easier to talk about by framing it as something that happened to a couple of Cherokee hunters hundreds of years ago."

"Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot. ~Claire"

"Okay, maybe monsters kept coming back forever. But so did demigods. Generation after generation, Camp Half-Blood had endured. And Camp Jupiter. Even separately, the two camps had survived. Now, if the Greeks and Romans could come together, they would be even stronger. There was still hope."

"Oh, did you expect me to play fair? I am the God of love. I am never fair. [...] "Is this guy Love or Death?" "Ask your friends. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder."

"If this invisible guy was Love, Jason was beginning to think Love was overrated. He liked Piper's version better-considerate, kind, and beautiful. Aphrodite he could understand. Cupid seemed more like an enforcer."

"Your beloved has unleashed a special curs-a bitter thought from someone you abandoned. You punished an innocent soul by leaving her behind in solitude. Now her most hateful wish has come to pass: Annabeth feels her despair. She, too, will perish alone and abandoned."

"What have the demigods given you? They have erased your old self, everything you were. Titans and giants... we are meant to be the foes of the gods and their children. Are we not?" "Then why did you heal the boy?" "I have been wondering that myself. Perhaps because the girl goaded me, or perhaps... I find these two demigods intriguing. They are resilient to have made it so far. That is admirable. Still, how can we help them any further? It is not our fate." "Perhaps. But... do you like our fate?" "What a question. Does anyone like his fate?"

""Janus and his doorways. He would have you believe that all choices are black or white, yes or no, in or out. In fact, it's not that simple. Whenever you reach the crossroads, there are always at least three ways to go... four, if you count going backward."

"I'll succeed. And Hecate? I'm not choosing one of your paths. I'm making my own. We're going to find a way to stop Gaea. we're going to rescue our friends from Tartarus. We're going to keep the crew and the ship together, and we're going to stop Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood from going to war. We're going to do it all." "Interesting. That would be magic worth seeing."

"Maybe love was no match for ice... but Piper had used it to wake a metal dragon. Mortals did superhuman feats in the name of love all the time. Mothers lifted cars to save their children. And Piper was more than just mortal. She was a demigod. A hero."

""It's natural to feel fear. All great warriors are afraid. Only the stupid and the delusional are not. But you faced your fear, my son. You did what you had to do, like Horatious. This was your bridge, and you defended it."

"Annabeth thought she knew pain. She had fallen off the lava wall at Camp Half-Blood. She'd been stabbed in the arm with a poison blade on the Williamsburg Bridge. She had even held the weight of the sky on her shoulders. But that was nothing compared to landing hard on her ankle."

"Stay where I can see you." "What are we, kids?" "Kids are baby goats. They're cute, and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids."

"Percy didn't feel powerful. The more heroic stuff he did, the more he realized how limited he was. He felt like a fraud. I'm not as great as you think., he wanted to warn his friends. His failures, like tonight, seemed to prove it. Maybe that's why he had started to fear suffocation. It wasn't so much drowning in the earth or the sea, but the feeling that was sinking into too many expectations, literally getting in over his head."