Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.

Erre es korakas, Blinky!" Dionysus cursed. "I will have your soul!

Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused. - Hephaestus

This is Buford,” Leo announced. “You name your furniture?” Frank asked.

I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. "Hestia," I said, "I give this to you as an offering." The goddess tilted her head. "I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?" "You're the last Olympian," I said. "And the most important." "And why is that, Percy Jackson?" "Because Hope survives best at the hearth," I said. "Guard it for me, and I won't be tempted to give up again."

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

One the next corner stood a cinder block restaurant with a hand-painted sign that read CHICKEN & WAFFLES. There was a queue of twenty people outside. “You Americans have the strangest taste. What planet is this?