Kate White > Kate's Quotes

“You—you were like me. You were a child. A normal child. And that was taken from you.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Well, it certainly makes you harder to hate.”
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

“Piper was maybe the most impressive. She fenced with the giantess Periboia, sword against sword. Despite the fact that her opponent was five times larger, Piper seemed to be holding her own. The goddess Aphrodite floated around them on a small white cloud, strewing rose petals in the giantess's eyes and calling encouragement to Piper. 'Lovely, my dear. Yes, good. Hit her again!”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Piper McLean," [Annabeth] grumbled, "that was without a doubt the dumbest risk I've ever seen anyone take, and I date a dumb risk-taker.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katopris for more terrifying images.
'I've tried,'she said.'The dagger doesn't always show what I want to see. In fact,it hardly ever does'
'Please,'Percy said.'Try again.'
He pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help.Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy.
'Fine,'she sighed,and drew her dagger”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“Percy looked at his friends. "I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt."
"Combat time?" Piper grabbed her horn of plenty.
"I hate wonder bread," Jason said.
Together, they charged.”
― rick riordan the mark of athena

“I'd tell you to say hello to Jason from me, but he'll be in Elysium. You . . . won't.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“That little fire-flicker," she grumbled. "We search for months and he just shows up at camp?"
"Yes," I agreed. "There is a waiting list of people who would like to hit him. We can fit you in sometime next fall.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“She let the fear burn inside her like fuel, making her voice even stronger.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Grover was almost as good as Piper McLean at procuring luxury vehicles.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“This is Leo. I'm the... What's my title? Am I like, admiral, or captain, or..."
"Repair boy."
"Very funny, Piper.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“Aphrodite,” [Annabeth] said.
“Venus?” Hazel asked in amazement.
“Mom,” Piper said with no enthusiasm.
“Girls!” The goddess spread her arms like she wanted a group hug.
The three demigods did not oblige. Hazel backed into a palmetto tree.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“Jason sighed miserably. “That’s supposed to be my job. I’m always the one who gets knocked in the head.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“I felt her story in every line: her struggle as the neglected child of a famous movie star; her mixed feelings about discovering she was a daughter of Aphrodite; most hurtful of all, her realization that the supposed love of her life, Jason Grace, was not someone she wanted to be with romantically.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“If you’ve hurt him –’ ‘Hurt him? Not at all! I imagine he’s in school right now, listening to some boring lecture, or writing an essay, or whatever dreary work mortal teenagers do.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“As I contemplated these happy possibilities, we wound our way through the Pasadena Valley.
"I never liked this city," I murmured. "It makes me think of game shows, tawdry parades and drunk washed-up starlets with spray-on tans."
Piper coughed. "FYI, Jason's mom was from here. She died here, in a car accident."
"I'm sorry. What did she do?"
"She was a drunk washed-up starlet with a spray-on tan."
"Ah." I waited for the sting of embarrassment to fade. It took several miles.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Bless Piper’s intuition, appealing to Meg’s stubborn streak. And bless Meg’s willful, weed-covered little heart. She interposed herself between me and Medea. “Apollo’s my dumb servant. You can’t have him.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Okay, just so we're clear," Piper said, "I'll show you where Jason and I entered the maze, but I'm not doing the stereotypical Native American tracker thing. I don't know tracking. I'm not your guide."
We all readily agreed, as one does when delivered an ultimatum by a friend with strong opinions and poison darts.
"Also," she continued, "if any of you find the need for spiritual guidance on this quest, I am not here to provide that service. I'm not going to dispense bits of ancient Cherokee wisdom."
"Very well," I aid. "Though as a former prophecy god, I enjoy bits of spiritual wisdom."
"Then you'll have to ask the satyr," Piper said.
Grover cleared his throat. "Um, recycling is good karma?"
"There you go," Piper said.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“And the dagger?" "Is that really -?"
"Katoptris," Piper said proudly. "Belonged to Helen of Troy."
I yelped. "You have Helen of Troy's dagger? Where did you find it?"
Piper shrugged. "In a shed at camp."
I felt like pulling out my hair. I remembered the day Helen received that dagger as a wedding present. Such a gorgeous blade, held by the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth. (No offence to the billions of other women out there who are also quite enchanting; I love you all.) And Piper had found this historically significant, well-crafted, powerful weapon in a shed?
Alas, time makes bric-a-brac of everything, no matter how important.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“But her expression remained stormy, like her mother's whenever she heard someone praise Scarlett Johansson's good looks. (Tip: never mention Scarlett Johansson around Aprodite.)”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Doesn’t seem so scary,” said Meg. “Just wait,” Piper said. “The fun stuff is up ahead.” Grover fluttered his hands halfheartedly. “Yay.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Mr. McLean looked up at Piper. He seemed unconcerned by her knife and blowgun. “Going out?” “Just for a while.” Piper kissed her father on the cheek. “I’ll be back tonight. Don’t let them take the sleeping bags, okay? You and I can camp out on the terrace. It’ll be fun.” “All right.” He patted her arm absently. “Good luck…studying?” “Yep,” Piper said. “Studying.” You have to love the Mist. You can stroll out of your house heavily armed, in the company of a satyr, a demigod, and a flabby former Olympian, and thanks to the Mist’s perception-bending magic, your mortal father assumes you’re going to a study group. That’s right, Dad. We need to go over some math problems that involve the trajectory of blowgun darts against moving targets.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“It struck me just how young he was—no more than seventeen. Older than my mortal form, yes, but not by much. This young man had lost his mother. He had survived the harsh training of Lupa the wolf goddess. He’d grown up with the discipline of the Twelfth Legion at Camp Jupiter. He’d fought Titans and giants. He’d helped save the world at least twice. But by mortal standards, he was barely an adult. He wasn’t old enough to vote or drink.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“[Jason] faltered when he looked at Leo, who was mimicking taking notes with an air pencil.
“Go on, Professor Grace!” he said, wide-eyed. “I wanna get an A on the test.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“She held up her calloused, grimy fingers. Leo couldn't help thinking there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty. But of course, that was just a general comment. Didn't apply to Calypso. Obviously.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“Atlantis?' Jason asked.
'That's a myth,' Percy said.
'Uh...don't we deal in myths?'
'No, I mean it's a MADE-UP myth. Not like, an actual true myth.'

'So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, huh?”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“At Camp Half-Blood. The Hades cabin needs a head counsellor. Have you seen the decor? It’s disgusting. I’ll have to renovate. And someone needs to do the burial rites properly, since demigods insist on dying heroically.’
‘That’s – that’s fantastic! Dude!’ Jason opened his arms for a hug, then froze. ‘Right. No touching. Sorry.’
Nico grunted. ‘I suppose we can make an exception.’ Jason squeezed him so hard Nico thought his ribs would crack.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Nike could start you two fighting easily.” Percy gave her a sideways smile. “Yeah, we can’t have another incident like in Kansas. I might kill my bro Jason.” “Or I might kill my bro Percy,” Jason said amiably. “Which proves my point,” Annabeth said.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Please!’
That word didn’t make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice.
‘You’re already dead,’ Nico said. ‘You’re a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won’t be sharing any secrets.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus