“Damien,” Shaunee said. “Again you are getting on my damn—”

—last nerve with your unending vocab bullshit,” Erin finished for her.”

“Don’t.” She looks directly into my eyes. After a month of being forced to avoid her, I feel stripped bare by her gaze. “You can be as much of a charming bastard as you want, but you’re never going to bullshit your way into my heart again.”

“I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.”

“Nothing but a damn bunch of bullshit!”

“I see you around sometimes and my heart just melts.
You're looking like if you had your wish, you'd be somewhere else.
And it just breaks my heart to see you here this way.
Someday I'll get the nerve to walk up to you and say
This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend.
Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”

“If you ever leave me again,’ she said, her eyes stinging, ‘I swear to all the gods-‘
Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth.
‘Consider me warned,’ Percy said. ‘I missed you, too.”

“The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before, and not too damned much after.”

“Where the hell do you get your nerve?
From a Cracker Jack box.”

“If your Nerve, deny you
Go above your Nerve”