Quotes from Rick Riordan

Come on, I said. I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.

If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?

Get closer, I told Blackjack. I need to talk to the statue. Now I'm sure you've lost it, boss, he muttered, but he flew as close as he could, dodging the flying statue.

Now, as far as I knew, he (Luke) was still sailing around on his demon-infested cruise ship while the chopped-up Lord Kronos re-formed, bit by bit, in a golden sarcophagus, biding his time until he had enough power to challenge the Olympian gods. In demigod-speak, we call this a "problem." - Percy, 'The Battle of the Labyrinth

Disturber shuffled his scroll. 'You have used magi for evil purposes, including twenty-three murders--' 'Self-defense!' Setne tried to spread his hands, but the ribbons restrained him. '--including one incident where you were paid to kill with magic,' Disturber said. Setne shrugged. 'That was self-defense for my employer.

We need our goats!" I yelled. I waded through the crowd until I reached our chariot. I grabbed Otis's face and pressed my forehead against his. "Testing," I whispered. "Is this goat on? Thor, can you hear me?" "You have beautiful eyes," Otis told me.

Polyphemus stiffened. Who said that? Nobody! Annabeth yelled. That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage. Nobody! Polyphemus yelled back. I remember you! You're too stupid to remember anybody, Annabeth taunted. Much less Nobody.

Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open—blue eyes, the way they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle. Good . . . blade, he croaked.

She stared at me. Fly, ;ole, in an airplane, which you were warned never to do lest Zeus strike you out of the sky, AND carrying a weapon that has more destructive power than a nuclear bomb? Yeah, I said. Pretty much exactly like that.

Did they live happily ever after? HAHAHAHAHA. No.

Before I could respond, Thalia tromped up the stairs. She was officially not talking to me now, but she looked at Grover and said, Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs. Why? I asked. Did he say something? Thalia asked Grover. Um, he asked why. Dionysus is calling a council of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy, she said. Unfortunately, that includes Percy.

I guess it wasn't everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.

As for me, I did the stupidest thing in my life, which is saying a lot. I attacked the Titan Lord Atlas.

Is Tyson okay?' I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. 'He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though 'peanut butter' is a strange battle cry.

If i'm going to survive, it won't be because i have a lion-skin cloak. I'm not Hercules.

So Beckendorf was pretty popular? Leo asked. I mean-before he blew up?

You named him Fetus? You know in Latin Fetus means happy? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?

Gaea snarled in frustration. Don't be cowards! It's very simple. You take this sharp pointy blade and you cut your dad into small pieces so he can't bother us again. Whichever of you does this will be the ruler of the universe! Also, I will make you those cookies you used to like, with the sprinkles.

Like me, he had decided that Piper McLean would not die tonight. For some reason, he had decided that I must live too. He yelled again, 'GO! Remember!' (...) While Jason's back was turned, Caligula wheeled about. He threw his spear, driving its point between Jason's shoulder blades. Piper screamed. Jason stiffened, his blue eyes wide in shock.

Grilled satyr with mango chutney, Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water. You a satyr too? No, you overgrown pile of dung! she yelled. I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares!Now untie me so i can rip your arms off! Rip my arms off, Polyphemus repeated. And stuff them down your throat! You got spunk.

Always happens with men. They promise friendship. They promise to treat you as an equal. In the end, all they want is to possess you.

Jason sighed miserably. "That's supposed to be my job. I'm always the one who gets knocked in the head.

Sometimes mortals are not aware of the threads that bind them. You could both be wrong about the first time you met, and yet the two of you have orbited each other for so long, like heavenly bodies in the sky.

We passed hieroglyphic scrolls, gold jewelry, sarcophagi, statues of pharaohs, and huge chunks of limestone. Why would someone display a rock? Aren't there enough of those in the world?