“I'd come to respect the bag.”

“Tyson- "Cash? Like...green paper?"Percy- "Yeah."Tyson- "Like the kind in duffel bags?"Percy-"Yeah, but we lost those bags days a-g-g--." "Tyson! How did you--"Tyson- "Thought it was a feed bag for Rainbow. Found it floating in sea, but only paper inside. Sorry.”

“He dropped the rest of the Cokes into the grave and pulled out a whitepaper bag decorated with cartoons. I hadn’t seen one in years, but Irecognized it — a McDonald’s Happy Meal.He turned it upside down and shook the fries and hamburger into the grave.“In my day, we used animal blood,” the ghost mumbled. “It’s perfectly good enough. They can’t taste the difference.”“I will treat them with respect,” Nico said.“At least let me keep the toy,” the ghost said.”

“I’m a cat. I respect the sanctity of sleep.”

“The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.”

“Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.”

“I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”