Quotes from Rick Riordan

This is the Valdezinator, of course!' He puffed out his chest. 'It works by, um, translating your feelings into music as you manipulate the gears. It's really meant for me, a child of Hephaestus, to use, though. I don't know if you could –' 'I am the god of music!' Apollo cried. 'I can certainly master the Valdezinator. I must! It is my duty!

Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.

And you, Percy, are my favorite son.

Coach Hedge yelled,"Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!" "Holy Hephaestus," Leo muttered. "He really needs to work on his shipspeak.

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.

I hate this plan," I said. "Let's do it.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Right, Sadie said. And Set will just stand there calmly while I read him to death.

The right choice is hardly ever the easy choice.

Now, now, Bast said. It's not so bad. Right, I said. We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end. That's the spirit! Bast said brightly. Now, let's have a picnic.

Percy, Grover said, the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it.

I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box...

Hades smiled coldly. Hello, Father. You're looking...young. Hades, Kronos growled. I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance. I'm afraid not. Hades sighed. My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies. He glanced at me with distaste. As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a TERRIBLE father.

Unless you stop him. Perhaps next we meet. You'll be just as annoying? I guessed. He fixed my with those warm brown eyes. Or perhaps you could bring me up to speed on those modern courtship rituals. I sat there stunned until he gave me a glimpse of a smile-just enough to let me know he was teasing. Then he disappeared. Oh, very funny! I yelled.

He looked at the silver pocketknife in his hand. An idea came to him – possibly the stupidest, craziest idea he'd had since he thought, Hey, I'll get Percy to swim in the River Styx! He'll love me for that!

Holy mother! Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference. -Hephaetus

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter, and he SERIOUSLY loved peanut butter.

Felix believed that the answer to every problem involved penguins; but it wasn't fair to birds, and I was getting tired of teleporting them back home. Somewhere in Antarctica, a whole flock of Magellanic penguins were undergoing psychotherapy.

Leo scratched his head. "Well I dunno about Enchiladas—" "Enceladus," Piper corrected. "Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?" "Porphyrion?" Piper asked. "He was the giant king, I think.

Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost. Um, Percy said, should I wear my bed sheets?

Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything.

There are too many of them. Reyna wondered bitterly how many times she'd said that in her demigod career. She should have a badge made and wear it around to save time. When she died, the words would probably be written on her tombstone: There were too many of them.

Leo took out a pen and autographed the arm of one of the nymphs. "Narcissus is a loser! He's so weak, he can't bench-press a Kleenex. He's so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it's got a picture of Narcissus—only the picture's so ugly, no one ever checks it out.