“Those swords are mine! Touch them and I’ll use ‘em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!”

“For he could coin, or counterfeit
New words, with little or no wit;
Words so debas'd and hard, no stone
Was hard enough to touch them on;
And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em;
The ignorant for current took 'em;”

“Is he nuts?"
"I think the expression used to be 'touched by God'."
"So that would be a yes.”

“He's nuts" Bianca said
"We need to jump off this cliff" i said
"Oh nice idea!! Your nuts too”

“There are more balls in twenty feet of street here then there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack.”

“New lesson, class. Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is perfectly normal, and will happen to you right now if you don't BACK OFF!" - Percy”

“This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before…The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of spirit.”

“Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them.”

“Sleep those tiny slices of death how i despise them”

“The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.”