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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “Cowards die many times before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste of death but once.
    Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
    Seeing that death, a necessary end,
    Will come when it will come.”
    William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

  • #2
    William Shakespeare
    “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
    William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “Et tu, Brute?”
    William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
    William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

  • #5
    William Shakespeare
    “There is a tide in the affairs of men
    Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
    Omitted, all the voyage of their life
    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
    On such a full sea are we now afloat;
    And we must take the current when it serves,
    Or lose our ventures.”
    William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar

  • #6
    Harlan Ellison
    “HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”
    Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream

  • #7
    Harlan Ellison
    “I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...

    I have no mouth. And I must scream.”
    Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream

  • #8
    Harlan Ellison
    “I am ... cogito ergo sum ... I think, therefore I am.”
    Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #14
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #15
    Madeline Miller
    “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #16
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
    If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
    As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
    “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “That is — your friend?"
    "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #20
    Madeline Miller
    “There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #21
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”

    My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.

    “I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”

    “No,” I said.

    “This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”

    “That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.

    “And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”

    “You have.”

    “And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”

    “You did not.”

    “There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”

    I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #22
    Madeline Miller
    “We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #23
    Madeline Miller
    “This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #24
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #25
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #26
    Madeline Miller
    “I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #27
    Madeline Miller
    “Have you no more memories?"
    I am made of memories.
    "Speak, then.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #28
    Madeline Miller
    “I will go,” he said. “I will go to Troy.”
    The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.
    He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth.
    “Will you come with me?” he asked.
    The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
    Relief broke in his face, and he reached for me. I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us.
    Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #29
    Madeline Miller
    “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles



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