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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    Madeline Miller
    “There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #3
    Madeline Miller
    “I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
    The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #4
    Madeline Miller
    “He knew, but it was not enough. The sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #5
    “Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished.
    She did not.”
    Madeleine Miller

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “His gaze, which had been following the circling fruit, flickered to mine. I did not have time to look away before he said, softly but distinctly, “Catch.” A fig leapt from the pattern in a graceful arc towards me. It fell into the cup of my palms, soft and slightly warm. I was aware of the boys cheering.

    One by one, Achilles caught the remaining fruits, returned them to the table with a performer’s flourish. Except for the last, which he ate, the dark flesh parting to pink seeds under his teeth. The fruit was perfectly ripe, the juice brimming. Without thinking, I brought the one he had thrown me to my lips. Its burst of grainy sweetness filled my mouth; the skin was downy on my tongue. I had loved figs, once.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #11
    Madeline Miller
    “I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #12
    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

  • #13
    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

  • #14
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #15
    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

  • #16
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “That is — your friend?"
    "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    Oscar Wilde
    “Yet each man kills the thing he loves
    By each let this be heard
    Some do it with a bitter look
    Some with a flattering word
    The coward does it with a kiss
    The brave man with a sword”
    Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

  • #22
    Tony Debajo
    “The boy took his seat at one side of the fire, his men arrayed about him like the spikes on a porcupine's back, all bristling with spears.”
    Tony Debajo, In the Shadow of Ruin

  • #23
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “You were destined for me. Perhaps as a punishment.”
    Dostoievski

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #25
    Pat Barker
    “We’re going to survive–our songs, our stories. They’ll never be able to forget us. Decades after the last man who fought at Troy is dead, their sons will remember the songs their Trojan mothers sang to them. We’ll be in their dreams–and in their worst nightmares too.”
    Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls

  • #26
    H.P. Lovecraft
    “Slumber, watcher, till the spheres
    Six and twenty thousand years
    Have revolv’d, and I return
    To the spot where now I burn.
    Other stars anon shall rise
    To the axis of the skies;
    Stars that soothe and stars that bless
    With a sweet forgetfulness:
    Only when my round is o’er
    Shall the past disturb thy door.”
    H.P. Lovecraft, Polaris

  • #27
    Cristin Harber
    “Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.”
    Cristin Harber, Savage Secrets

  • #28
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #29
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #30
    Renée Ahdieh
    “It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. to want something so much—to hold it in your arms — and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn



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