Percy Jackson Quotes

Chiron: I have selected our most compelling candidates, from which you will choose two to join you on this quest and ensure that we succeed.

Percy Jackson: Annabeth.

Chiron: Customarily, one waits to at least hear a name or two before choosing. Are you sure you don’t wanna hear more?

Percy Jackson: This thing, Zeus’s master bolt, we need to get it back, right?

Chiron: Yes.

Percy Jackson: And it’s gonna be hard to get, yes?

Chiron: Extraordinarily.

Percy Jackson: And if the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed… you’d want someone who won’t hesitate when they do it.

Percy Jackson (praying to his mother): He isn’t here. My father, he just… didn’t show. I mean, ignoring me is one thing, but he doesn’t get to ignore you. I’m gonna make him come down here. I’m gonna make him see me. I’m gonna make him see us both.

Luke Castellan: Our turn.

Percy Jackson: Our turn for what?

Luke Castellan: Burnt offerings. The gods like the smell, so it gets their attention before you say a prayer.

Percy Jackson: They like the smell of burnt mac & cheese?

Chris Rodriguez: They like the smell of begging.

Luke Castellan: You burn what you’ll miss the most. Then they know you really mean what you’re about to say, so they listen.

Percy Jackson: Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask him if he’s missing a kid.

Chris Rodriguez: Oizys… but she’s a goddess. And her whole thing isn’t really disappointment, it’s more like failure.

Luke Castellan: We’re gonna find the thing that you’re good at. I know it.

Percy Jackson: I lost your pen-sword thingy. Hopefully, that wasn’t your only one.

Chiron: Check your pocket.

Percy Jackson: No, I’ve–I lost it the other night, on the hill.

Chiron: Check your pocket. Unless you surrender it, it will always find its way back to you. Magical objects don’t obey the physical laws of the ordinary world.

Chiron: Oh, Percy, this must be a lot for you to process.

Percy Jackson: Oh, no. It’s–it’s fine. I mean, you’re a horse, my father won’t talk to me unless I get him a drink. Well, this all seems totally normal and reasonable.

Chiron: Oh, no, no, no. No. Mr. D is not your father.

Dionysus: I could be.

Chiron: Yes, but are you?

Dionysus: Why must you ruin everything?

Chiron: Mr. D knows that Zeus has forbidden him from consuming alcohol. And that demigods are able to do things for gods that gods are forbidden to do for themselves. Mr. D was taking advantage of that. Hmm?

Percy Jackson: I think my dad may be around here somewhere. I don’t know how to ask for him. I don’t–I don’t even know his name. But I think I should see him. I just… I think I really need that right now. Can you help me?

Dionysus: Actually… I think I can. Son.

Percy Jackson: Dad?

Dionysus: Yes, Peter.

Percy Jackson: It’s Percy.

Dionysus: Exactly.

Percy Jackson (narration): Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time it gets you killed, in painful, nasty ways. If you think you might be one of us, my advice is turn away while you still can, because once you know what you are…they’ll sense it too and they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old.