Quotes About Percy

Nico twisted his silver skull ring. "Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys, but it's true. If anybody can survive, he will, especially if he's got Annabeth at his side. They're going to find a way through Tartarus.

Like your zodiac sign?" Percy asked. "I'm a Leo." "No, stupid," Leo said. "I'm a Leo. You're a Percy.

The tree struck him with such force it would've flattened me into a Percy pizza with extra olives.

Leo smiled nervously. Maybe he and Percy did share something else—a stupid sense of humor. "Yeah, I bet that would totally be against her sponsorship deal. THOSE ARE NOT THE OFFICIAL SHOES OF THE OLYMPICS! YOU WILL DIE NOW!" Hazel rolled her eyes. "You're both impossible." Behind Leo, a thunderous voice shook the ruins: "YOU WILL DIE NOW!

The son of Poseidon frowned across at us. 'All right, who unleashed he giant bronze guy? Apollo, did you do this?' 'I am offended!' I cried. 'I am only indirectly responsible for this! Also, I have a plan to fix it.' 'Oh, yeah?' Percy glanced back at the destroyed dinning pavilion. 'How's that going?

You mean zodiac signs? I'm a Leo. -No stupid, I'm a Leo, you're a Percy.

Percy's hand went to his pocket. He slipped out his pen, Riptide. 'You're right. So if Nike was anywhere … this would be a good spot.' Frank scanned their surroundings. 'I don't see anything.' 'What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?' Percy wondered. 'Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?

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.

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.

Percy?" Annabeth gripped his arm. "Oh, bad," he muttered. "Bad. Bad." He looked across the table at Frank and Hazel. "You guys remember Polybotes?" "The giant who invaded Camp Jupiter," Hazel said. "The anti-Poseidon you whacked in the head with a Terminus statue. Yes, I think I remember

Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic.

Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys but it's true.

Whenever Percy stopped by to see [Annabeth], she was so lost in thought that the conversation went something like this: Percy: 'Hey, how's it going?' Annabeth: 'Uh, no thanks.' Percy: 'Okay...have you eaten anything today?' Annabeth: 'I think Leo is on duty. Ask him.' Percy: 'So, my hair is on fire.' Annabeth: 'Okay, in a while.

Um...is that thing tame ?" Frank said. The horse whinnied angrily. "I don't think so," Percy guessed. "He just said, 'I will trample you to death, silly Chinese Canadian baby man'.

Percy's callous description of humanity as "seven billion morons" was uncomfortably close to the truth.

Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And run as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

I had a crush on Percy," Nico spat. "That's the truth. That's the big secret.

I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. --Percy Jackson

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

Frank: "I wish I was ADHD or dyslexic. All I got is lactose intolerance." Percy: "Seriously?" Frank: "And I love ice cream too.

By the mid-1970s, the transformation was so complete that novelist Walker Percy asserted that a southern conservative was just "Billy Graham on Sunday and Richard Nixon the rest of the week.

The drowsiness returns. It is unwelcome. I recognize it as the sort of fitful twilight which has come over me of late, a twilight where waking dreams are dreamed and sleep never comes.