“As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts.”

“Life is what you make of it. There's always fun and laughs right under your nose if you're willing to open your eyes to see it.”

“If you don't modernize, leave. You're poor? Son of a whore! Suffer through hardship and hunger. I don't care.”

“No! You don't wear a hat on your gentles! You wear a hat on your head where you're supposed to wear a hat!”

“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.”

“You're right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't care.”

“You think you're the only one?" Theo said. "Everyone has scars. We just don't all wear them on the outside.”

“It reminds me of how grandmother always had the right costume for me to wear. You wear the right outfit and you feel like the person you're pretending to be.”

“We need music," Nico said. "How's your singing?"
"Um, no. Can't you just, like, tell it to open? You're the son of Hades and all."
"It's not so easy. We need music."
I was pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause was an avalanche.”

“I don't respect your beliefs and I don't care if you're offended.”