Quotes About Identity

Could an Olympian parent turn against his half-blood child? Would it sometimes be easier just to let them die? If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father's Day after all.

Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.

So, great. This is Camp…what do you call it? Camp Fish-Blood?" Aphros frowned. "I hope that was a joke. This is Camp __________." He made a sound that was a series of sonar pings and hisses.

He likes to be noticed. He's not exactly low-key." "I get it," I said. "Loki. Low-key.

My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.

Nico realized he was still leaning against Will. He pushed him away and stood on his own two feet. 'I'll do what I need to.' Will rolled his eyes. 'Fine, Death Boy. If you want to get yourself killed –' 'Do not call me Death Boy!

Who are you? Ethan Nakamura. I have to kill you. ??

Your voice is your identity. If you don't use it, you're halfway to Asphodel already.

Annabeth shook her head. All these years sneaking around, and we could've just been ourselves? You should always do that. Alex strolled alongside, back in human form, though he still had a few flamingo feathers stuck in his hair. And you have to flaunt the weird, my friends. I'm going to quote you on that, Percy said. You'd better.

That's us, he said. Those five nuts right there. Which one is me? I asked. The little deformed one, Zoe suggested. Oh, shut up.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

Annabeth frowned. Percy's sword is a she? Jack laughed. Well, duh . Percy studied Riptide, though I could've told him from experience it was almost impossible to tell a sword's gender by looking at it. I don't know, he said. Are you sure -? Percy, said Alex. Respect the gender. Okay, fine, he said. It's just kinda strange that I never knew. On the other hand, Annabeth said, you didn't know the pen could write until last year. That's low, Wise Girl.

I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up, she told Hazel solemnly. Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. That's a good thing to be, Julia. Although, Frank said. Frank Zhang would be good too.

It's been my observation I said, "that you humans are more than the sum of your history. You can choose how much of your ancestry to embrace. You can overcome the expectations of your family and your society. What you cannot do, and should never do, is try to be someone other than yourself–Piper McLean.

My glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of the tank. "Sekhmet!" I yelled. The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice. "Up here, kitty!" I called. She spotted me and her ears went back. "Horus?" 'Unless you know another guy with a falcon head.

Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus. That airhead? Favonius snorted. No, of course not. He means Eros. Nico's voice turned edgy. Cupid, in Latin. Favonius smiled. Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.

Yes, Jason Grace. Favonius arched an eyebrow. I fell in love with a dude . Does that shock you?

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so... Lame? Sadie suggested. Shut up, I said.

I turned to Alex. 'Hey, are you female today?' 'Hold on... There! Now I'm female.' My expression must have been priceless. Alex burst out laughing. 'I'm kidding. Yes, I'm female today. She and her.

Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness." She deepened her voice: "'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know.

The darkness is my birthright.

The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the right sort of vibe, or aura of a Roman leader...

You are a half-blood, Zoe Nightshade said. Her accent was hard to place. It sounded old-fashioned, like she was reading from a really old book. One of thy parents was mortal. The other was an Olympian. An Olympian athlete? No, Zoe said. One of the gods. Cool! said Nico.

Why would Roman gods want to date Chinese Canadians?