“What in the hell is going on around here?” she yelled. “Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?”

“this song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'we hate you, please die.”

“She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not… you know, better."
"Define BETTER with that guy."
"Not all fangs and raaaaar.”

“Okay. But I'm just going to be out there - having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind. You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”

“It's a f*** you world. Well, keep it going anyhow, what the hell.”

“It's like a vicious cycle. How the hell could you turn around and be a buyer with all of this stuff going on?”

“Look at you people in here – what the hell is wrong with you? Nothing. So you could probably have what you want, if you could figure out what the hell it was and you diligently pursued it.”

“Down in the water, Octavian yelled, “Get me out of here! I’ll kill you!”
“Tempting,” Percy called down.”

“The buzz about Google these days is that it’s like America itself: still the biggest game in town, but inevitably and irrevocably on the decline. Both are superpowers with unmatched resources, but both are faced with fast-growing rivals, and both will eventually be eclipsed. For America, that rival is China; for Google, it’s Facebook…But here’s the difference: staring down the inevitable, American pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.”