Quotes from Rick Riordan

You drool in your sleep.

I am your friend Bob!

I felt a strange pang of jealousy. Walt and Anubis seemed to have spent more time talking with each other than with me. Walt was suddenly an expert on all things deathly. Meanwhile, I couldn't even be near Anubis without invoking the wrath of his chaperone—Shu, the god of hot air. It wasn't bloody fair!

No. I refuse to share this part of my story. It was the lowest, most humiliating, most awful week in my four-thousand plus years of life. Tragedy. Disaster. Heartbreak. I will not tell you about it. Why are you still here? Go away.

Americans are an odd bunch, but they grow on you.

Wisdom's daughter walks alone. The Mark of Athena burns through Rome. Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giant's bane stands gold and pale, Won through pain from a woven jail.

Quick, Boy Wonder! To the pottery studio!

Brace Yourself

Live fully and without fear.

His stomach tried to propel itself out of his throat. His mouth hinged open all by itself—the better to upchuck you with, my dear—and shot out five gods, a very slimy rock, quite a lot of nectar, some biscuits, and a chariot license plate. (No, I don't know how all that got in there.)

A half-blood of the eldest dogs... Er, Percy? Annabeth interrupted. That's gods. Not dogs.

You cannot imprison me! He bellowed. I am Hyperion! I am- The bark closed over his face. Grover took his pipes from his mouth. You are a very nice maple tree.

Great. I've made a friend.

Rachel crossed her arms. "And the other three Oracles? I'm sure none of them was a beautiful young priestess whom you praised for her…what was it?…'scintillating conversation'?" "Ah…" I wasn't sure why, but it felt like my acne was turning into live insects and crawling across my face. "Well, according to my extensive research—" "Some books he flipped through last night," Meg clarified.

Everyone knows that when advancing into danger, the soprano goes first. They are your infantry, while the altos and tenors are your cavalry, and the bass your artillery.

The intercom crackled. Buford's Mini-Hedge yelled over the speakers, "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!

My son. Hades tone was almost gentle. Whatever happens, you have earned my respect. You brought honor to our house when we stood together against Kronos in Manhattan. You risked my wrath to help the Jackson boy, helping him to the River Styx, freeing him from my prison, pleading with me to raise the armies of Erebos to assist him. Never before have I been so harassed by one of my sons. Percy this and Percy that. I nearly blasted you to cinders.

And togheter, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness

We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but before Alex went down the ladder, she gave me a look like You okay? Or maybe she was just wondering why I was so weird, as per usual.

A father should do more - a father should give more to his children than he takes.

WHEN TRAVELING THROUGH WASHINGTON, DC, one expects to see a few snakes in human clothing.

There, Zoë suggested.By the Embarcadero Building. Good thinking, Chuck said. Me and Hank can blend in with the pigeons. We all looked at him. Kidding, he said. Sheesh, can't a statues have a sense of humor?

Nick tried a pastry. The lady at the café had called them 'farturas'. (...) -- but when Nico first heard 'fartura' he knew Percy would have made a joke out of the name. 'Ammerica has dough-nuts', Percy would have said. 'Portugal has fart-nuts.