A Quote by Rick Riordan

You promised, Seaweed brain. We would not get separated! Ever again! — © Rick Riordan
You promised, Seaweed brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!
I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.
In the hospital, I promised myself that I ever walked again, that I would eat well and swim every day.
Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.
It sounds corny, but I've promised my inner child that never again will I ever abandon myself for anything or anyone else again.
Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see.
Whats up, Seaweed Brain?
Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain." Ditto.
When I was a teenager, I went on an organised three-day tour of Rome. It was the worst experience ever. I promised myself that I would never travel like that again, with someone telling you what to see and what not to see.
I don't get asked this much - 'Would you ever wanna see your father again?' And the answer there is that I would like to see him again.
God created seaweed… The seaweed made the world.
That night, I thanked God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. I also promised that if some way I could get home again, I would find a nice peaceful town and spend the rest of my life in peace.
I think if I was in over 250 films, the world would get pretty sick of me. I would probably never get put in anything ever again.
At first I was protecting you two because I promised. Now even if I hadn't promised, I would. You two are like kittens to me. I won't fail you again." I'll admit I got a lump in my throat. I'd never been called someone's kitten before. Sadie sniffled. She brushed something from under her eye. "You're not going to wash us, are you?
I had a Tourette's period. And obsessive compulsive disorder. Things would get in my brain that I couldn't get out of my brain.
I've never written anything that I haven't wanted to write again. I want to, and still am, writing 'A Few Good Men' again. I didn't know what I was doing then, and I'm still trying to get it right. I would write 'The Social Network' again if they would let me, I'd write 'Moneyball' again. I would write 'The West Wing' again.
If desire did not dim the brain, nobody would ever get married, drunk, or fat. ~Val
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