Rick Riordan Quotes

Darian is a Greek name, and my grandson is definitely going to be a Greek God, just like his grandfather.

I turned to Annabeth and shook my head in exasperation. “Always Hercules. What is it with Hercules?” Annabeth shrugged. “He had a great publicist.

Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. “Blowfish, did you say?” "Ah, no. Blofis, actually.” "Oh, I see,” Poseidon said. “A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.” "Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.” "Yes, I like it. I’ve gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.” "Like the god of the sea.” "Very much like that, yes.

Earthshaker, Stormbreaker, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God

I love Poseidon. His trident - his weapon - is really cool.

It's fun seeing my label on someone's behind - I like that.

I cannot bring myself to wear the Nobu hats, or the Nobu T-shirts. But the chef's jacket, that is mine. And when I wear it, I am very proud of myself.

You've got to love what's yours.

It's not like I pretend the past doesn't exist or that I'm not proud to be a part of it.

Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.

Victory finds a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.

For those things which were done either by our fathers or ancestors, and in which we ourselves had no share, I can scarcely call our own.

My mom's never owned anything. I always wanted her to own something that she could say, 'This is mine' and feel good about it.

It is great to be Greek, because I have one of the best heritages in the world.

I am Mr. McMahon's son. I always had a feeling that it was me. Now that it's been confirmed I could not be happier!

He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.

When we think about labor, we usually think about motivation and payment as the same thing, but the reality is that we should probably add all kinds of things to it - meaning, creation, challenges, ownership, identity, pride, etc.

Zeus detests above all the boasts of a proud tongue.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were on the verge of death-plankton maybe." -Percy Jackson

Hercules,huh? Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is.

I am supposed to be, according to what I am told, one of the children of the cotton plantation owner's sons. If I could prove that, I'd own the whole goddamn everything.

Our wine is bitter, but it is our wine.

Poseidon grinned. "You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer." "Ha-ha." Poseidon reeled in his empty line. I shifted my feet. "Um, you were kidding, right?" Poseidon gave me one of his inside-joke winks, and I still didn't know whether he was serious or not.

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?