Quotes About Rachel

Ozzie grimaced. "It's a complete perversion of the magic. Horrible!" "But

I love going to my supermarket. Sounds so rock 'n' roll, eh?

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

We cannot forget about Rachel Maddow. She is the Peter Pan of MSNBC. But instead of never growing up, she never gets to the point.

I make no apologies for not being very outdoorsy and for not really enjoying the cold.

I'm calm, Rachel insisted. Every time I'm around you, some monsters attack us. What's to be nervous about? Look, I said. I'm sorry about the band room. I hope they didn't kick you our or anything. Nah. They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Was it hard? Annabeth asked.

Percy, Apollo said, I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime. I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. Maybe, I said, but it didn't sound so good. No, said Apollo cheerfully. It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!

I looked at Rachel. You're not going to do anything stupid, are you? I mean....you talked to Chiron, right? She managed a faint smile. You're worried about me doing something stupid?

Chiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you? No, indeed. Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked some medical magic on him. Rachel may use a guest room in the Big House for now, until we give the matter more thought. I'm thinking a cave in the hills, Apollo mused. With torches and a big purple curtain over the entrance . . . really mysterious. But inside, a totally decked-out pad with a game room and one of those home theater systems.

Annabeth finished her note and folded the napkin. On the outside, she wrote: Connor, Give this to Rachel. Not a prank. Don't be a moron. Love, Annabeth

Rachel pulled out a blue plastic hairbrush and threw it at the nearest barbarian, beaning him in the eye and making him howl. Sorry I underestimated you, Rachel, I thought distantly. You're actually kind of a hairbrush ninja.

Rachel stared at him. "What?" Nico sighed. "I'm guessing that was a Star Wars reference. My boyfriend is a Star Wars geek of the worst kind." "Okay, Signor Myth-o-magic. If you would just watch the original trilogy…" Will looked at the rest of us for support and found nothing but blank expressions. "Nobody? Oh, my gods. You people are hopeless.

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

Well, Rachel, the standards in this place must be dropping. I go to sleep and they start letting just anyone in here," Mr. Solomon said

The genius of Rachel Dolezal's transracial achievement is that it has nearly limitless applications. Rachel is taking 'the power of positive thinking' to a whole new level.

On nights when Gloria stayed up late enough to see Rachel come dreamily home she was always unsettled by the girl's appearance: clothes crushed and hair awry, eyes dazed and mouth swollen, with the lipstick eaten away. Love was often said to be torment, but Rachel could make it seem like punishment as well.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

Good God, Rachel, cant you go five minutes... sweet sticky hell on a stick!' the demon exclaimed, his thoughts reeling from anger to concern as he realized I was hopped up on something.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Don't you listen to them, Rexy," I cooed, and the cat sniffed my nose. "Rachel is a smart girl. She's not going to go out with a ghost no matter how sexy he is. She knows better. Jenkskie wenskie can just get bent." I beamed at Jenks, and he made an ugly face. "Rache, put my cat down before you mess with her kitty brain.

Newt spun, making her robe unfurl. "He's my familiar, bought and paid for. I can claim anything of his. Even his life." Al cleared his throat nervously. "That's good to know," he said lightly. "Important safety tip. Rachel, write that down somewhere as lesson number one.

You aren't a demon practitioner? No, but they seem to practice me. Trent and Rachel

Nina looked up, her eyes fixing on mine with such ferocity I could almost see the undead vampire in them. There is something under here, she said, and I shivered. Yeah, we know, dirt nap, Jenks said. Rachel already told us.

Taking a breath, I stepped into the line to find him standing right where I'd left him, smiling with his hand extended. (Rachel and Al)