Rick Riordan’s “The Son of Neptune” Quotes (21 Quotes)

It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.

Laistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They are not birds. Not birds of North America.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

Life is precious because it ends.

Maybe if he did really well they'd give him some mouldy apples.

Nobody welcomes a war - not if they're smart. But war finds everyone sooner or later. It's inevitable.

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 imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum...

A real man's weapon is his mind.

Percy tried to remember. He really did. For some reason, Annabeth and he had visited a spa and decided to destroy it. He couldn't imagine why. Maybe they hadn't like the deep-tissue massage? Maybe they'd gotten bad manicures?

Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!

The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.

Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.

The old women only stuck around this long out of a sense of duty. Your mom was the same way. That's why I loved her. She put her duty first, ahead of evverything.

Death has more in common with Love than you might imagine.

The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.

He remembered his home now, and that gave him new determination to succeed. He was fighting for two camps now -- two families.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!

He warned me the greediest wishes cause the greatest sorrows.

Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

It was like Percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. What mattered was listening. You didn't need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on-moving forward.