Poseidon Said Quotes

#1. I couldn't miss Percy's fifteenth birthday," Poseidon said. "Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!"
"That's true," Paul said. "I used to teach ancient history."
Poseidon's eyes twinkled. "That's me. Ancient history.

Rick Riordan

#2. Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.

Rick Riordan

#3. Make no mistake, dwarf. I fought for you, but I do not love you'
'It was your blade I needed' Tyrion said, 'not your love.

George R R Martin

#4. Before venturing on so large an undertaking as is involved in the task I had set myself I consulted a number of distinguished scholars as to the desirability of such a series.

James Loeb

#5. Hey, I'm a Poseidon kid," he said. "I can't drown. And neither can my pancakes.

Rick Riordan

#6. I'd actually quite like to try working behind a bar for a while. I'd give that a go.

Russell Tovey

#7. I've been waiting a long time for a quest, seaweed brain," she said. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up.

Rick Riordan

#8. Percy was getting tired of water.
If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon's Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn't care.

Rick Riordan

#9. I suppose you could pass for a starlet. You do have that femme fatale air about you. Like you crush boys' dreams in your spare time.

Janette Rallison

#10. You're drowning them!" she complained. "Hey, I'm a Poseidon kid," he said. "I can't drown. And neither can my pancakes." To

Rick Riordan

#11. Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.

Paulo Coelho

#12. Circumstances of crimes vary. So do motives. And so do prospects for rehabilitation. The number of imponderables makes it impossible to sentence by formula and still sentence justly.

Robert Kennedy

#13. You speak horse?" Hazel asked.
"Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing," Percy said. "Uh, I mean a Neptune thing."
"Then you and Arion should get along fine," Hazel said. "He's a son of Neptune too."
Percy turned pale. "Excuse me?

Rick Riordan

#14. Why won't you drown?" he wailed, pummeling me with his fists.
"I'm Poseidon's son," I said.
"Curse that upstart! I was here first!

Rick Riordan

#15. Percy," Grover said, "the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it.

Rick Riordan

#16. 'Thanks, man,' Percy said. 'You saved my life.'
'Hey, that's what we do for our friends.'
'But, uh, the Jupiter guy saving the Poseidon guy at the bottom f the ocean ... maybe we can keep the details to ourselves? Otherwise I'll never hear the end of it.'

Rick Riordan

#17. She swallowed. "Wear this, at least. For luck." She took off her necklace, with her five years' worth of camp beads and the ring from her father, and tied it around my neck. "Reconciliation," she said. "Athena and Poseidon together." My face felt a little warm, but I managed a smile. "Thanks.

Rick Riordan

#18. Indeed," Kym said. "The original palace of my father, Poseidon"
Percy snapped his fingers, which sounded like a muffled explosion. "That's why I recognized it. Dad's new crib in the Atlantic is kind of like this.

Rick Riordan

#19. Son of Poseidon? East asked. I nodded. Took a dip in the Styx? Hudson asked. Yep. They made digusted sounds. Well that's perfect East said. Now how do we kille him?

Rick Riordan

#20. Percy?" Annabeth gripped his arm.
"Oh, bad," he muttered. "Bad. Bad." He looked across the table at Frank and Hazel. "You guys remember Polybotes?"
"The giant who invaded Camp Jupiter," Hazel said. "The anti-Poseidon you whacked in the head with a Terminus statue. Yes, I think I remember

Rick Riordan

#21. But secrets never, ever disappear, even after they are revealed. And that's the real secret right there. The empty space that never gets filled. The entropy of falsehood. The real secret is the secret itself.

Michael Lavigne

#22. So, if I'm cooking, I'll be steaming vegetables, making some nice salad, that kind of stuff.

Paul McCartney