Rick Riordan Quotes

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

If I beat my against this desk, maybe things will make sense," Angela murmured. "Or if I beat someone else's head against this desk...." She eyed Jared speculatively

Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.

If you're writing about angry people, you use the language of anger. If you're writing about desperate people, you use the language of desperation.

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

One of my problems is I am getting so mature that I have to pick up a TV and toss it through the coffee table just to remind people of who I am. I want to go ranting and screaming into the grave.

When civil fury first grew high And men fell out they knew not why.

There was one point in time that I wasn't fighting, and I was frustrated and I was getting in trouble.

If you covered a broom handle with oil and shoved it up my arse, then put me on a trampoline, in a lift, I could write a better song on the walls.

It is like sitting in a traffic jam on the San Diego Freeway with your windows rolled up and Portuguese music booming out of the surround-sound speakers while animals gnaw on your neck and diseased bill collectors hammer on your doors with golf clubs.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision cleared, they were holding instead the gun they kept hidden in the bookcase.

She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.

The world is a mess. The world is as angry as it gets.

Captain Niall, having apparently resigned himself to losing his quarry, was savaging her horsehair petticoat into teeny, tiny shreds. "Really, what did my poor petticoat do to offend?

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Anger is brief madness

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

If he didn't get out of here - right now - Harrier was either going to break into hysterical laughter or strangle somebody.

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!