Quotes About Mythology

i love to read and you should read percy kackson & the olympians the last one the best

Blowfish, did you say? Ah, no. Blofis, actually. Oh, I see, Poseidon said. A shame. I quite like blowfish.

You see gods have great power, but only humans have creativity, the power to change history rather than simply read it.

Atlas smirked.

We swallowed a few bites-not to much scince the food of the gods can burn you to ashes is you overindulge. I guess thats why you don't see many fat gods

As you can imagine, they got along great, though how they got any sleep with Hyperion glowing all night and Theia giggling, "Shiny! Shiny!" I don't know.

Meg McCaffrey, a girl of few words and much belching.

Please tell me we don't have to find it, Percy said. I've had enough giant magic statues for one trip.

My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Does Zeus have a perfect tan? Can he play the ukulele? I think not!

The Titans looked on humans the way we might look on gerbils. Some Titans thought humans were kind of cute, though they died awfully quick and didn't serve any purpose. Other Titans thought they were repulsive rodents. Some Titans didn't pay them any attention at all. As for the humans, they mostly just cowered in their caves and scurried around trying not to get stepped on.

I CANNOT ALLOW THIS CITY TO EXIST, Zeus rumbled. I MUST MAKE YOU AN EXAMPLE SO THAT THIS NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. LIGHTNING INCOMING IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE...

If you've ever tried ba travel, I wouldn't recommend it-- unless of course you fancy turning into a phantom chicken and rafting uncontrollably through the currents of the Duat.

lightning thief was good but the sea of monsters is better and has more action!

Tyson, the fleece. Can you get it for me?' 'Which one?' Tyson said, looking around at the hundreds of sheep. 'In the tree!' I said. 'The gold one!' 'Oh. Pretty. Yes.

Then, from somewhere above us, a voice yelled, Hey, Bronze Butt! Over the Colossus's head, a cloud of darkness formed like a cartoon dialogue bubble. Out of the shadows dropped a furry black monster dog-a hellhound-and astride his back was a young man with a glowing bronze sword. The weekend was here. Percy Jackson had arrived.

All hail, Perseus Jackson," Tyson said. "Hero of Olympus . . . and my big brother!

The vulture Nekhbet, who'd one possessed my gran (long story); the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat (longer story); and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanished in hot sauce ( don't even ask) - page 9

May the gods defend me from heroes with duct tape. And heroes always seem to have duct tape.

And in the fountain squatted a giant crab. I'm not talking 'giant' like $7.99 all-you-can-eat Alaskan king crab. I'm talking 'giant' like bigger than the fountain.

I hate Hera.

Ow, I muttered, because I was once the god of poetry and have great descriptive powers.

I stood up straight and announced in my deepest quest-accepting voice: I will use the mead of Kevin! Alex joined Samirah in the bury-your-face-in-your-hands club. Aegir narrowed his eyes. You mean the Mead of Kvasir? Yes. I said. That!

Is there anything more embarrassing than sailing into battle with half-finished figureheads? -Loki