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“God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude!
Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“I turned to Dionysus. "You cured him?"
"Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple."
"But...you did something nice. Why?"
He raised and eyebrow. "I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven't you noticed?”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine."
Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'?"
Y-yes, Mr. D."
Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?"
You're a god."
Yes, child."
A god. You.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“Erre es korakas, Blinky!" Dionysus cursed. "I will have your soul!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“And, whoa!" He turned to Mr.D. "Your the wine dude? No way!"
Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. "The wine dude?"
"Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine!"
"My figurine."
"In my game, Mythomagic. And holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks your the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!"
"Ah." Mr.D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. "Well, that's...gratifying.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“I will deny I ever said this, of course, but the gods need heroes. They always have. Otherwise we would not keep you annoying little brats around."

I feel so wanted. Thanks.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm."
"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.
"Nonsense," Dionysus said. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“Grover Underwood of the satyrs!" Dionysus called.
Grover came forward nervously.
"Oh, stop chewing your shirt," Dionysus chided. "Honestly, I'm not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the gods have seen fit to name you a member of the Council of Cloven Elders."
Grover collapsed on the spot.
"Oh, wonderful," Dionysus sighed, as several naiads came forward to help Grover. "Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the Wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please, drag him off before he wakes up and starts groveling."
"FOOOOOD," Grover moaned, as the nature spirits carried him away.
I figured he'd be okay. He would wake up as a lord of the Wild with a bunch of beautiful naiads taking care of him. Life could be worse.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Did someone just call me the wine dude?鈥� he asked in a lazy drawl. 鈥淚t鈥檚 Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don鈥檛-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“I stared at him (Dionysus). "You're...you're married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“The god of wine looked around at the assembled crowd. 鈥淢iss me?鈥�

The satyrs fell over themselves nodding and bowing. 鈥淥h, yes, very much, sire!鈥�

鈥淲ell, I did not miss this place!鈥� Dionysus snapped. 鈥淚 bear bad news, my friends. Evil news. The minor gods are changing sides. Morpheus has gone over to the enemy. Hecate, Janus, and Nemesis, as well. Zeus knows how many more.鈥�

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

鈥淪trike that,鈥� Dionysus said. 鈥淓ven Zeus doesn鈥檛 know.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously.
"I'm afraid not," I said.
"I'm afraid not, sir," he said.
"Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?"

Where's Chiron!" I shouted.

How rude." Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. "Is that how you say hello?"

Hello," I amended. "We're about to die! Where's Chiron?”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?" Dionysus asked.

Yes, Lord Dionysus."

Mr. D nodded. "Just checking. You're right, of course. Carry on.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“I hate to tell you this,鈥� Jason said, 鈥渂ut I think your leopard just ate a goddess.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

“But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Prepare yourselves
for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!”
― Euripides, The Bacchae

“Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get himself killed and now he'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday....”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you鈥檒l wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you鈥檒l dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.”
― Roman Payne, Crepuscule

“We need to be those that revere Apollo, yet do not ignore Dionysus. We must give Dionysus his due, but always in a subordinate sense to Apollo. As things stand, we live in a primitive Dionysian world where Apollo scarcely gets a look in. We need an Apollonian world by day (work hard, intelligently, rationally and logically) and a Dionysian world by night (play hard, satisfying our deepest needs in sublimated, ritualistic, and staged ways, avoiding the horror of the untamed, bestial Dionysian).”
― Thomas Stark, Inside Reality: The Inner View of Existence

“I know that human life shines more brightly because it is but a shimmering candle against an eternity of darkness and it can be extinguished with the faintest breeze.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“The Shadow Archetype is the dark side of the psyche, the dark side of the 鈥渇orce鈥�, representing wildness, chaos, the irrational, the unknown, the intoxicated, the out-of-control 鈥� all things Dionysian. Dionysus is the Shadow of Apollo. The Id is the Shadow of the Superego. If you want to have a healthy psyche, you must accommodate your Shadow, one way or another. You must have a Shadow space, where that energy can be explored, harnessed and sublimated.”
― Peter Brennan, Fusions Versus Fissions: Are You a Joiner or a Splitter?

“Can you blame me for thinking it better to garner the love of a thousand mortals instead; to hold the adoration of a city instead of one consort's frail, mortal flesh?”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“You told me once that one lifetime of human love was worth the loss”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“She hauled me out of the Big House before Dionysus could remember that he wanted to kill me.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“As to Orphism, it soon blended with the worship of the god Dionysus, who originated in Thrace, and who was worshipped there in the form of a bull. Dionysus was quickly accepted in seventh-century Greece, because he was exactly what the Greeks needed to complete their pantheon of gods; under the name Bacchus he became the god of wine, and his symbol was sometimes an enormous phallus. Frazer speaks of Thracian rites involving wild dances, thrilling music and tipsy excess, and notes that such goings-on were foreign to the clear rational nature of the Greeks. But the religion still spread like wildfire throughout Greece, especially among women鈥攊ndicating, perhaps, a revolt against civilisation. It became a religion of orgies; women worked themselves into a frenzy and rushed about the hills, tearing to pieces any living creature they found. Euripides鈥� play The Bacchae tells how King Pentheus, who opposed the religion of Bacchus, was torn to pieces by a crowd of women, which included his mother and sisters, all in 鈥楤acchic frenzy.鈥� In their ecstasy the worshippers of Bacchus became animals, and behaved like animals, killing living creatures and eating them raw.

The profound significance of all this was recognised by the philosopher Nietzsche, who declared himself a disciple of the god Dionysus. He spoke of the 鈥榖lissful ecstasy that rises from the innermost depths of man,鈥� dissolving his sense of personality: in short, the sexual or magical ecstasy. He saw Dionysus as a fundamental principle of human existence; man鈥檚 need to throw off his personality, to burst the dream-bubble that surrounds him and to experience total, ecstatic affirmation of everything. In this sense, Dionysus is fundamentally the god, or patron saint, of magic. The spirit of Dionysus pervades all magic, especially the black magic of the later witch cults, with their orgiastic witch鈥檚 sabbaths so like the orgies of Dionysus鈥檚 female worshippers, even to the use of goats, the animal sacred to Dionysus. (Is it not also significant that Dionysus is a horned god, like the Christian devil?) The 鈥榮cent of truth鈥� that made Ouspensky prefer books on magic to the 鈥榟ard facts鈥� of daily journalism is the scent of Dionysian freedom, man鈥檚 sudden absurd glimpse of his godlike potentialities. It is also true that the spirit of Dionysus, pushed to new extremes through frustration and egomania, permeates the work of De Sade. As Philip Vellacot remarks of Dionysus in his introduction to The Bacchae: 鈥楤ut, though in the first half of the play there is some room for sympathy with Dionysus, this sympathy steadily diminishes until at the end of the play, his inhuman cruelty inspires nothing but horror.鈥� But this misses the point about Dionysus鈥攖hat sympathy is hardly an emotion he would appreciate. He descends like a storm wind, scattering all human emotion.”
― Colin Wilson, The Occult

“You called me by my right name," I said. "You called me Percy Jackson."

"I most certainly did not, Peter Johnson. Now off with you!”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan鈥檚 Curse

“You made quite an impression on the people of Thebes. Even Dionysus noticed, and he's usually so wrapped up in himself that he doesn't pay attention to anyone else."
"Dionysus?" Thalia screamed. "He's the fun one!"
"Thalia, please," Ree said.
"He knows how to have a good time, just like me!”
― Farrah Rochon, Bemused

“Die Verz眉ckung des dionysischen Zustandes mit seiner Vernichtung der gew枚hnlichen Schranken und Grenzen des Daseins enth盲lt n盲mlich w盲hrend seiner Dauer ein lethargisches Element, in das sich alles pers枚nlich in der Vergangenheit Erlebte eintaucht. So scheidet sich durch diese Kluft der Vergessenheit die Welt der allt盲glichen und der dionysischen Wirklichkeit von einander ab. Sobald aber jene allt盲gliche Wirklichkeit wieder ins Bewusstsein tritt, wird sie mit Ekel als solche empfunden; eine asketische, willenverneinende Stimmung ist die Frucht jener Zust盲nde. In diesem Sinne hat der dionysische Mensch Aehnlichkeit mit Hamlet: beide haben einmal einen wahren Blick in das Wesen der Dinge gethan, sie haben erkannt, und es ekelt sie zu handeln; denn ihre Handlung kann nichts am ewigen Wesen der Dinge 盲ndern, sie empfinden es als l盲cherlich oder schmachvoll, dass ihnen zugemuthet wird, die Welt, die aus den Fugen ist, wieder einzurichten. Die Erkenntniss t枚dtet das Handeln, zum Handeln geh枚rt das Umschleiertsein durch die Illusion - das ist die Hamletlehre, nicht jene wohlfeile Weisheit von Hans dem Tr盲umer, der aus zu viel Reflexion, gleichsam aus einem Ueberschuss von M枚glichkeiten nicht zum Handeln kommt; nicht das Reflectiren, nein! - die wahre Erkenntniss, der Einblick in die grauenhafte Wahrheit 眉berwiegt jedes zum Handeln antreibende Motiv, bei Hamlet sowohl als bei dem dionysischen Menschen. Jetzt verf盲ngt kein Trost mehr, die Sehnsucht geht 眉ber eine Welt nach dem Tode, 眉ber die G枚tter selbst hinaus, das Dasein wird, sammt seiner gleissenden Wiederspiegelung in den G枚ttern oder in einem unsterblichen Jenseits, verneint. In der Bewusstheit der einmal geschauten Wahrheit sieht jetzt der Mensch 眉berall nur das Entsetzliche oder Absurde des Seins, jetzt versteht er das Symbolische im Schicksal der Ophelia, jetzt erkennt er die Weisheit des Waldgottes Silen: es ekelt ihn.

Hier, in dieser h枚chsten Gefahr des Willens, naht sich, als rettende, heilkundige Zauberin, die Kunst; sie allein vermag jene Ekelgedanken 眉ber das Entsetzliche oder Absurde des Daseins in Vorstellungen umzubiegen, mit denen sich leben l盲sst: diese sind das Erhabene als die k眉nstlerische B盲ndigung des Entsetzlichen und das Komische als die k眉nstlerische Entladung vom Ekel des Absurden. Der Satyrchor des Dithyrambus ist die rettende That der griechischen Kunst; an der Mittelwelt dieser dionysischen Begleiter ersch枚pften sich jene vorhin beschriebenen Anwandlungen.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy / The Case of Wagner