“If you'd sat there any longer,' Annabeth said, 'you would have spontaneously combusted. I hope the conversation was worth it?”
“I want to do something spontaneous, like combust.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” “Spontaneous combustion.”
“Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire.”
“I hate when you have to smile for me..so nice if you'd do that spontaneously.”
“I'm still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one's got it all together. I don't think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you'd spontaneously combust. I think that's a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.”