Percy Lavon Julian Quotes Novels & Stories

Julian sputtered, his face reddening. "Oh, I doubt it," I continued, taking a slow sip of my champagne. "I make it a point to study the failures of others. It helps me stay sharp. But do enjoy the caviar; I hear it’s the only thing in this room that’s actually at its peak tonight." Julian slunk away after a few more awkward stammers. Silva leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "What did I tell you about the script?" he hissed. "I improved it," I replied, unbothered.

“If I fight, I might become the thing he warned you about.” “What would you do?” Julian read it twice. Then set it on fire. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. Julian watched the flames die out. And said: “I’d stop asking questions with only wrong answers.”

“He even said Owlie’s scary powers were cooler than dragons!” Julian leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “Which I stand by.” Lydia finally spoke, stepping closer and eyeing Julian in his glittered, chaotic glory. “You know... if you’d walked into a press meeting looking like that, the internet would’ve declared you Father of the Year by now.” Julian chuckled, rubbing the glitter off his wrist. “Should I be taking notes?” “No,” Lydia said, more pointed this time. “You should just keep doing… exactly this.”

And then she thought about him, the way he looked at her like she was capable of more than she ever imagined. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “I want to succeed.” For a moment, Julian said nothing. Then he leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “Good,” he said. “Then stop worrying about what people say. They’re not the ones living your life. They’re not the ones who will determine your future. You are.” Olivia swallowed hard, nodding slowly. His words still echoed in her chest, each one burning into her like a brand.

“Why R&D, anyway? That department’s brutal — long hours, constant pressure, strict protocols.” Julian’s eyes lit up. “Because that’s where the real stuff happens! That’s our core division, isn’t it? I wanna see how those treatments are actually made. Besides, your team’s success with the clinical trials — that East Europe deal? That was insane. I’d kill to be part of that.” Marcus hesitated, studying him. “...Want me to put in a word for you?” he asked, testing the waters. Julian perked up instantly — then deflated just as fast. “You mean it? Nah, better not. Mom would have a meltdown. If she cuts my allowance, Violet and I will be eating instant noodles till next quarter.”

“You asked to be left alone — so we’ll leave you. Go ahead and die if that’s what you’re aiming for. Shame the prison won’t let that happen.” And then he disappeared into the darkness of his cell, leaving his words to echo mercilessly in my head. He was right about one thing: I was pathetic. “Well, that’s the most I’ve heard him speak in about ten years,” Lucian said softly, eyeing me. “For what it’s worth, Julian… don’t die.” He stepped back too, fading into the shadows. “Death is never the answer,” his voice echoed faintly. “You should get some rest,” Raven said, her tone gentle but firm. “It’ll help you calm down. And remember this, Julian , no one fears anger driven by cowardice.”

I explained. “What side are you on? What you're saying is making me think otherwise of the doctor because he specifically asked me to make sure you take these drugs; he said it would help in your healing,” Julian replied. “I'm sure he must have been singing these words into your ears constantly,” I whispered. “What are you insinuating?” Julian demanded.

Julian was quiet for a moment. "What did she say?" he asked softly. I almost smiled. "She's dead, Julian. She didn't say anything." "Right." He looked down. "Of course." "But if she could," I continued, "I think she'd tell me that broken people can still build beautiful things. They just have to be brave enough to try." Julian looked up. "Are you?" he asked. "Brave enough?" "I don't know," I said honestly. "Are you?"

It could burn the whole estate down. "You talk about evolution like it is a thing " Elara said, her voice was shaking, but she was looking right at Julian. ". You did not ask my mother and you did not ask me. You waited until I had no choice until I had to trust you even though you think of people like they are just numbers on a piece of paper."

“If I knew that, I would have done something useful twenty years ago.” “You did do something useful,” Leah said quietly. Julian looked at her. The words had left her before she could make them careful. But she did not take them back. “You told Evelyn to ask for the rules,” she said. A strange expression crossed his face. For a moment he looked younger, almost painfully so, as if the sentence had reached the man he had been before the complaint, before the dismissal, before years of carrying a girl’s silenced letter like a wound. Then his face closed.