“GOD: I own you like I own the caves.THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison.GOD: I made you. I could tame you.THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now.GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.”

“And the ones that can know you so well are the ones that can swallow you whole.I have a good and I have an evil, I thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing,You are the welcoming back from the ocean.”

“...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...”

“I am telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.”

“And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.”

“I could have killed you.”“Or I could have killed you,” Percy said. Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.”“I don’t need an ocean—”“Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”Food first,” Percy said. “Please?”