“If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.”
“Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.”
“How did you die?"
"We er....drowned in a bathtub."
"All three of you?"
"It was a big bathtub.”
“What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War ... Athena versus Poseidon?"
"I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you."
"Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?”
“It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.”
“Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.”
“Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.”
“Even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.”
“Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?”
“Humans see what they want to see.”
“The real world is where the monsters are.”
“Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked.
"It only works on wild animals."
"So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned.
"Hey!" I protested.”
“She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.”
“Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?”
“Braccas meas vescimini!"
I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!”
“My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.”
“All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”
“Remind me again-why do you hate me so much?"
I don't hate you."
Could've fooled me."
She folded her cap of invisibility. "Look...we're just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals."
She sighed. "How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena's temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her."
They must really like olives."
Oh, forget it."
Now, if she'd invented pizza-that I could understand.”
“Grover didn't say anything for awhile. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?”
“I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.”
“I said hello to the poodle.”
“Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.”
“You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine."
Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'?"
Y-yes, Mr. D."
Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?"
You're a god."
A god. You.”
“He was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. I shook his furry hip, thinking, No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you're my best friend and I don't want you to die!”
“Suspecting and knowing are not the same.”
“The sea does not like to be restrained. ”
“It's useless to lecture a human.”
“Safety from what? Who's after me?"
Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions.”
“A verdade é algumas vezes o escolho de um romance.
Na vida real recebemo-la como ela sai dos encontrados casos ou da lógica
implacável das coisas; mas, na novela, custa-nos a sofrer que o autor, se inventa, não invente melhor; e, se copia, não minta por amor da arte.
Um romance que estriba na verdade o seu merecimento é frio, é impertinente, é uma coisa que não sacode os nervos, nem tira a gente, sequer uma
temporada, enquanto ele nos lembra, deste jogo de nora, cujos alcatruzes somos, uns a subir, outros a descer, movidos pela manivela do egoísmo.
A verdade! Se ela é feia, para que oferecê-la em painéis ao público!?
A verdade do coração humano! Se o coração humano tem filamentos de
ferro que o prendem ao barro donde saiu, ou pesam nele e o submergem no charco da culpa primitiva, para que é emergi-lo, retratá-lo e pô-lo à venda!?
Os reparos são de quem tem o juízo no seu lugar; mas, pois que eu perdi o
meu a estudar a verdade, já agora a desforra que tenho é pintá-la como ela é, feia e repugnante.
A desgraça afervora ou quebranta o amor?
Isto é que eu submeto à decisão do leitor inteligente. Fatos e não teses é o
que eu trago para aqui. O pintor retrata uns olhos, e não explica as funções ópticas do aparelho visual.”
“If wishes were horses, beggers would ride”
“Yet, in fact, both were deeply sensitive and very much alike, Frank keeping everything inside, Pete letting it out, and steamrollering it before it could bother him.”
“The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.'
'Do I look like a liar?'
'You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.”
“There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.”
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