We cyclopes care not a whistle for your thundering Zeus. I shall not let you go
Oddyseus: DON'T EAT THE DAMN CATTLE
"Mother, wait for me, I am trying to hold you, so that even in Hades' with our arms embracing we can both take the satisfaction of dismal mourning? Or are you nothing but an image that proud Persephone sent my way, to make me grieve all the more for sorrow?"
'My men were thrown in the water, and bobbing like sea crows they were washed away on the running waves all around the black ship, and the god took away their homecoming.'
'your skin is no longer as it was, you have other clothing. Surely you are one of those gods who hold the high heaven'.