Rick Riordan

Fairness does not mean everyone gets the same. Fairness means everyone gets what they need.

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.

It's okay, he said. We're together. He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.

Humor was a good way to hide the pain.

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

Almost everything strange washes up near Miami.

She wondered if it was her stupid mother, the goddess of love, messing with her thoughts. If Piper started getting urges to read fashion magazines, she was going to have to find Aphrodite and smack her.

But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!

People usually asked her if she had a belly button. Of course she had a belly button. She couldn't explain how. She didn't really want to know.

You promised, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated! Ever again! You’re impossible! Love you too!

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

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

My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.

Rachel: You're a half-blood, too?Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about?Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.

She held up her calloused, grimy fingers. Leo couldn't help thinking there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty. But of course, that was just a general comment. Didn't apply to Calypso. Obviously.

I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box...

Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.

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.