Percy Lavon Julian Quotes Novels & Stories

I was silent for a moment before asking, "In what way?" "Everything," Julian replied unhesitatingly. In truth, what he wanted to say most was that he didn't plan on having children anymore.

Julian was quiet for a long moment and then he picked up his glass. “To my friend,” he said. “Who always manages to work things out no matter what. Lucky bastard”

"What did who mean?" "Luca," I said, stepping closer to his back. "Before he ran. He said, 'Ask him about the warehouse fire in '05.'" Julian went very still. He tossed his jacket onto the console table. He walked past me into the living room, heading straight for the bar. "He was trying to get in your head, Vivian. It worked." "Don't lie to me, Julian," I demanded, following him. "I saw your face when he said it. You flinched."

"I do not have the luxury of time tonight. What exactly brings your presence to my den again?" "I know you are a very busy man, Rocco," Julian said, his voice smooth and relaxed. "I highly respect your hustle. But sometimes, a powerful man has to take a forced break. You need to let yourself feel relieved from the stress. You know the old saying... all work and no play makes Jackie a dull boy." I stared at him, my expression completely deadpan. "Those are the weak proverbs of a lazy man, Julian. They do not apply to anyone in this specific part of the world. Around here, all work and one single moment of play can easily make Jackie a dead man."

"The IPO requires perfection." "Of course," Marcus chuckled, taking a slow sip of his coffee. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur. "Just don't let him burn you out. Julian has a habit of discarding people once they've solved his problems. He’s brilliant, but he lacks... human empathy. If you ever feel like the pressure is too much, my door is always open." Maya felt a spike of disgust, but she forced herself to nod politely. "Thank you, Mr. Vance. I'll keep that in mind."

“What?” “I’ve prepared a statement. If this blows up, you can say I kept it all from you. Your reputation stays clean.” Evelyn stared at him for a long moment, then spoke quietly, “Why is disappearing always your solution?” Julian said nothing. “I don’t need a hero, Julian. I need honesty. I need to know that if I walk forward with you, I’m not walking straight off a cliff.” Julian swallowed. “And what if I said… I want to learn how to build a bridge instead of a cliff?”

I'll love you until the day I die and every day after. Please, for the love of God, don't come back. Don't try to save me. Don't try to save us. Just live. Live well. Live happy. Live like I never existed. That's the only gift I can give you now. — Julian I read the letter three times. The words blurred and refocused. My tears spotted the paper. Then I walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Julian was making breakfast. Lily was at the table, drawing a rainbow with crayons that had escaped their box.

“Do you always assume people are obsessed with you?” Julian took a sip, smirking faintly. “Not always. Just usually right.” Adrian didn’t bite. But when Julian turned to leave, he said, “You ever say something and immediately regret it?” Julian paused. Glanced over his shoulder. “Only when it matters.” Something tightened in Adrian’s chest. That phrase—it was almost word-for-word what MidnightViper had posted two nights ago in a now-deleted tweet. He remembered it because it had hit him in the gut.

“Julian. I can’t have you teach her these bad skills.” “No skill itself is bad, Piper. It’s how you use it.” He winked at me, and I was as charmed by him as Elva’s doe eyes. With the two combining forces, I didn’t stand a chance of telling them no. “It’s actually incredibly useful and could even save a life someday.” “Really?” Elva asked. “I could be a hero.” Julian made his smile kinder as he looked at her. “Absolutely.” Elva cranked up the doe eyes, turning to me with renewed determination. “Please, Mommy! I want to be a hero!”

"Stop making jokes; I don't want to laugh. It hurts," Julian coughed and even spit out blood. "Shit. Julian, I told you not to think about dying! You have to take responsibility!" "You're very chatty, Dave. Usually, you don't talk much like this." Julian closed his eyes against the pain. "If I had to choose, I wouldn't want to die now either. I want to be recognized by my son first," Julian said, smiling bitterly.