Percy Lavon Julian Quotes Novels & Stories

"You're crazy. There's nothing there." "Julian was a paranoid man, Vivienne," Sterling said. The silver pistol stayed perfectly still, aimed right between my eyes. "He didn't trust silicon. He didn't trust drives. He knew the Bureau would take everything he wrote down. But he knew they wouldn't look at a little girl's skin." "I don't have a tattoo," I said.

“Don’t speak, Father. We are getting you out of here. Gabriel is waiting above. We’ll take you to London, to the very best doctors…” Julian offered a weak smile, one filled with profound peace and release. He reached out, taking Liora’s hand and placing it together with Mavric’s directly over his bleeding wound. “Liora… look after him. You are… the only real thing… he has ever truly had. Destroy… Project Scorpion. Do not let… your blood… become a prison for the rest of the world…” Suddenly, Julian’s hand went limp. His eyes remained open, staring upward at the laboratory ceiling, but the light within them had faded forever.

“Don’t say his name. Please. It hurts too much. Every time I hear it, my chest feels like it is breaking again.” “But you must hear it,” Ms. Lin said gently. She squeezed my hand tighter. “He is gone, Ava. I know it breaks your heart into pieces. It breaks mine too. I watched you grow in this house. I saw your pain with Mr. Leon. But you survived that. You are strong. Julian would want you to keep fighting. To smile again. To eat this soup and take care of yourself. Please, Ava. For him. For yourself. Just one spoon.”

“I think that’s enough with the questions.” Julian chuckles. “Well, you know what they say, Mark. Age is just a number. Mark is smart for picking you because older women have a lot more experience in...you know what.” He winks at me, and I feel sick to my stomach. Something about Julian rubs me the wrong way. Ritva clears her throat. “Julian. It’s not really appropriate to...” “Shut up,” Julian barks at her. “If I wanted your input, I would have asked.”

"It's alright," Julian said, a small smile breaking out on his face when he heard Hugo's apology. He then turned to Heston and said rather pointedly, "Mr. Quantz, it appears that your family has differing opinions regarding this matter. In that case, I think you should voice out your true opinions.

“Why kill Emily? She wasn’t part of this.” Julian tilted his head. “Because she made you hesitate.” Lucian shifted beside her, still half-wolf, his voice guttural. “She was a girl. Not a threat.” Julian’s lip curled. “Everyone’s a threat when the Door is about to open.” He stepped forward. Evelyn aimed her gun. “You want my blood? Come get it.” Julian smiled—sad, almost. “It’s not your blood I want, Evelyn. It’s your choice.”

Julian continued. “What do you want me to do?” “Don’t you want the crown?” He asked. “What makes you think I would be any different than Pierre?” “Because you are a witch and witches don’t damage, they restore.” Julain explained. Lucian was getting annoyed. “Look, I am not a witch and I have no desire to become king.” Now it was Julians turn to get annoyed. “What about all the people who died for you. Died to protect you, all your men. Did they die in vain?”

“I’m not a prophet.” “Then what are you?” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “A man trying to keep his family alive.” Julian studied him. “Lucian, you’re scaring the markets. You’re scaring me.” “Then stay scared,” Lucian snapped. “Because if I stop, the entire system goes down with me.” Julian slammed the tablet on the desk. “You think money’s going to fix this quantum nightmare? You think buying time changes what’s happening to you, or Eva, or that little girl upstairs?”

I get my vanilla latte. "So," Julian says, leaning back in his seat. "Tell me something real. Something you've never told anyone else." The question catches me off guard. "Why?" "Because small talk is boring. Because I want to know the actual you, not the version you think you're supposed to be." He smiles. "I'll go first if it makes you feel better. Something real about me." "Okay."

He then turned to face Silvia. “What did he just say? Something about the lion?” Silvia gave Ryan a quick glance, then replied to Julian, “If I heard correctly, he said, ‘A lion does not turn its head when a dog barks.’” Julian suddenly had an epiphany. “Oh, I see, that’s the phrase.” He then said to Ryan, “Why don't you hurry up and tell Silvia how much you love her now that she’s asking you to speak? Yet for some reason, you’re suddenly saying this sentence. Will you still be able to engage in a pleasant conversation then?”