Yes, there are parallels. The difference is that i just look at [my son] david and think that he's absolutely perfect, whereas you look at the finished book and you think, 'oh, damn it, i should have changed that.' you're never happy. Whereas with a baby, you're happy. If you've got a perfect baby, you're just grateful.
We've got minds and souls as well as hearts; ambition and talents as well as beauty and accomplishments; and we want to live and learn as well as love and be loved. i'm sick of being told that is all a woman is fit for! i won't have anything to do with love until i prove that i am something beside a housekeeper and a baby-tender!
When i was a young man, i didn't think about having a family. my wife and i were too poor to have babies. then all of a sudden, one came along and scared the hell out of us because we had no money. once the baby arrives, you make do somehow. you fall in love with the baby and life adjusts itself. you find you don't need as much money as you thought. when that happens, you can ask the questions that should have come before the baby.
How anybody expects a man to stay in business with every two-bit wowser in the country claiming a veto over what we can say and can't say and what we can show and what we can't show - it's enough to make you throw up. the whole principle is wrong; it's like demanding that grown men live on skim milk because the baby can't eat steak.
I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, i hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. ... I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my lolita.
Then there was nico di angelo. dang, that kid gave leo the freaky-deakies. he sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black t-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the stygian sword at his side. his tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. his eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of tartarus—which he had.
The only person on this ship who gets paid for what they do is you, alix. the rest of us live off our trust funds and we use those funds for our humanitarian missions. i do what i do because i can’t stand to see innocent people bullied by a corrupt government. i don’t want to see a baby starve and die because some fat politician wants to work its parents into the ground for a mineral most of them can’t even pronounce. (devyn)
Annabeth thalia and i hadn't seen each other in months but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do we were too nervous to talk much. except for my mom. she talks more when she's nervous. by the time we finally got to westover hall it was getting dark and she'd told annabeth and thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about me.
Yes, he’s a good boy. never been in trouble at school and he’s on the honor roll. captain of the football team. all-around psycho serial killer who hides bodies in the fridge whenever his parents go out of town. (nick) i also eat babies for breakfast and torture small animals for fun. my therapist says i’m making real progress though. (caleb)