Rick Riordan’s “The Red Pyramid” Quotes (50 Quotes)

I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.

Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remember Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.

My sister, with her ratty red-highlighted hair and her linen pajamas and her combat boots-how could she possibly worry about being possessed by a goddess? What goddess would want her, except the goddess of chewing gum?

I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?

It's hard to look in charge when you're hunched over like Quasimodo.

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.

Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.

I hadn't seen my dad get violent since the Great Spatula Incident, and I wasn't anxious to see a repeat of that.

Just my luck, on top of everything else I had to take baboon medicine.

Egyptians believe in the power of the sunrise. They believe each morning begins not just a new day, but a new world.

Out my left, I saw baboon bum, out my right, my long-lost uncle Amos. Naturally, I decided to focus on the right.

I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence-everything a little dust devil like me could want.

A giant vulture with a girl hanging from its feet tends to attract attention.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.

To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.

I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.

A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept coming, weaving itself into some kind of shape next to Anubis, and my first thought was, My god, he's got a magic roll of toilet paper.

Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o-Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.

Gods have great power, but only humans have creativity, the power to change history.

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?

I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.

After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That's fine for Carter, but I have standards.

Lookin up at the huge baboons, I wondered if Khufu had some sort of secret baboon code that would get us in. But instead he barked at the statues and cowered heroically behind my legs.

His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.

What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn't want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander.

I must admit I'm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.

Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn't spread quite yet.

Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!