Quotes About Mischief

Like many people of my generation, I feel like I survived my adolescent mischief only by a miracle, and it seems too much to hope for that the same miracle would befall my children - therefore, I want to make sure they take fewer chances than I did.

I was such a messer. I would go to my room and pretend to study, but I'd really just take a nap. I was suspended twice as I was such a brat, but the nuns loved me so I got away with it for as long as I could.

There are regulators at the SEC and elsewhere who are really excited about the potential of the blockchain. They understand you can build a robust financial system - it would solve all your black swan problems. All kinds of mischief and games that are played in the current system become impossible in this system.

I wasn't a sweet kid. I was an instigator and provoked everyone with my goofy hyena cackle, loving every minute of the drama I could create.

Both me and Ishmeet were very naughty. We used to have my grandfather's swords in the house. We used to take all these swords and take all the showpieces Mom had and slice them one by one. He actually locked my nana in the kitchen once for two hours.

She raised her eyes to meet Bailey's across the table. If he didn't stop grinning at her, her parents would suspect something. Molly stretched her foot out until she found his, and then gave him a good kick in the shin. The boyish glee didn't leave his face. He merely winked and tucked his napkin into his collar.

Narrow, yellow eyes with no visible pupils sparkled with merriment, but the sort of merriment that came from pulling the wings off flies or the arms off experimental subjects.

I wrote on the envelope that it was not to be opened until the following day but then gave it to a boy who I knew was far too nosy not to open it immediately.

To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a principal in the mischief.

I can't get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.

I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher

Whoa, Connor Stoll said. Back up. Zoom in right there. What? Annabeth said nervously. You see invaders? No, right there—Dylan's Candy Bar. Connor grinned at his brother. Dude, it's open. And everyone is asleep. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Connor! Katie Gardner scolded. She sounded like her mother, Demeter. This is serious. You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war! Sorry, Connor muttered, but he didn't sound very ashamed.

He likes to be noticed. He's not exactly low-key." "I get it," I said. "Loki. Low-key.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. - Percy Jackson

All [Sadie's] previous attempts [of making a shabti (an Egyptian avatar of one's self)] had exploded or gone haywire, terrorizing Khufu and the initiates. Last week she'd created a magical Thermos with googly eyes that levitated around the room, yelling, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" until it smacked me in the head.

What's the best part of being in Hermes cabin? Connor: You are never lonely. I mean seriously, new kids are always coming in. So you always have someone to talk to. Travis: Or prank. Connor: Or pickpocket. One big happy family.

Percy: I'll walk down to the cabins and Connor and Travis are stealing stuff from the camp store, and Silena is arguing with Annabeth trying to give her a new makeover, and Clarisse is still sticking the new kids' head into the toilets. It's nice that some things never change.

Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right. Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!

Curse Hermes and his multi-vitamins!

My dear children! Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack. Ow! Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye. Nellie! Amy said. Sorry, Nellie muttered. I thought he was one of the bad guys.

Burrito fight!

That really was NOT fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? NOT fun.

Once he'd even reprogrammed the electronic billboards in Time Square to read: ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO... accidentally, of course.