Rick Riordan Quotes

I should hurt a lot more people than I do. I'd like to hurt someone on every play.

Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time.” Claire

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

You can't hit my team in the groin and expect me to smile about it.

Shirley's gonna be pissed," Gazarra said. "She hates when I get shot." To my recollection, the only other time Gazarra was shot was when he was playing quick draw in the police station elevator and his gun accidentally discharged. The bullet ricocheted off the elevator wall and lodged in Gazarra's right buttock.

Kill them now, cause I need some kicks. I need some kicks, I'm getting bored.

What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself.

Witty closing remarks have been replaced by massive head trauma and severe hemorrhaging.

I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.

If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

Don’t,” Michael said. It was soft, and it was a warning, through and through. “You try to hurt her again and I’ll pull your arm off.

Boy, you better pray that I bleed real soon.

It just gets old when you hear a million raps about how many ways I could shoot you.

Naturally, Coach Hedge went ballistic; but Percy found it hard to take the satyr seriously since he was barely five feet tall. "Never in my life!" Coach bellowed, waving his bat and knocking over a plate of apples. "Against the rules! Irresponsible!" "Coach," Annabeth said, "it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep." "Besides," Percy said, "you're starting to sound like Terminus." Hedge narrowed his eyes. "Is that an insult, Jackson? 'Cause I'll—I'll terminus you, buddy!

For my part, I wish all guns with their belongings and everything could be sent to hell, which is the proper place for their exhibition and use.

I'll throw a globe at you! You ever been hit by the world?!

We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.

If we do a sequel, I want to beat somebody's ass!

Elderly gentlemen, gentle in all respects, kind to animals, beloved by children, and fond of music, are found in lonely corners of the downs, hacking at sandpits or tussocks of grass, and muttering in a blind, ungovernable fury elaborate maledictions which could not be extracted from them by robbery or murder. Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behavior not otherwise excusable.

The real destroyer of inner peace is fear and distrust. Fear develops frustration, frustration develops anger, anger develops violence.

In some places, there's the concept of one religion, one truth. In the Muslim world, there's the notion of Allah. The Western, multireligious modern society is some kind of a challenge to this. These, I feel, are the main causes [for terrorism], and, when combined with lots of anger and frustration, cause a huge amount of hate.

Mass-murderers are simply people who have had ENOUGH.

I . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.” “Where?” “In his . . .In his inguine.” “Oh, dear God.” It was unclear whether Ralston’s words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. “He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!” She registered her brother’s fists and looked to Simon. “I see that it is not a compliment.” “No. It is not.