“The River Styx,' Annabeth murmured. 'It's so...''Polluted,' Charon said. 'For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across - hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.”

“For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across--hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.”

“You can die but your dream mustn't. Plant a seed of your dream into someone if you can't make your dream come true. Ask him to do so.Someday, someone will make your dream come true.Even if it takes a thousand years, never let your dream die. Dream big now...”

“Annabeth frowned. "That doesn't make sense. But why were you visiting --" Her eyes widened. "Hermes said you bear the curse of Achilles. Hestia said the same thing. Did you . . . did you bathe in the River Styx?""Don't change the subject.""Percy! Did you or not?""Um . . .maybe a little.”

“So," Annabeth said, "are you going to argue about me coming along?""Nah. You'd just beat me up." Percy said.She managed a laugh, which was good to hear”

“Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.”