“Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?"
"No"
"No?"
"No.”

“This," Adrian said grandly, "is Blake Lazar."
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
Blake smile radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?"
"You can call me Lissa."
"You can also," added Christian, "let go of her hand now.”

“I am going to stop calling you a white man and I'm going to ask you to stop calling me a black man.”

“Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?"
"Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED.
He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.”

“Sitting beside Abe was Adrian Ivashkov--my more-or-less boyfriend. Adrian was a royal Moroi--and another spirit user like Lissa. He'd been crazy about me (and often just crazy) ever since we first met”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wanna go crazy, you can go crazy too.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wanna go crazy, I wanna go crazy with you.
Everybody sayin' "Woah, how sweet it is. Woah."”

“I know, I know, I'm going to be called a hatemonger for this, you know, conversation that we have, whatever, that's fine. They also called people like Benjamin Franklin a hatemonger. They said that he was crazy. I wonder if they've said that about me yet. Yeah, Benjamin Franklin was crazy, he was the first real abolitionist. Boy that man stood up every single time. And in our modern-day slavery, I will be happy to be called crazy right along with Benjamin Franklin.”

“If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!”

“They can call me crazy if I fail
All the chance that I need
Is one in a million
And they can call me brilliant
If I succeed…”