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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #2
    John Steinbeck
    “It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
    John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.”
    William Shakespeare, As You Like It

  • #4
    Matthew Dicks
    “You have to be the bravest person in the world to go out every day, being yourself when no one likes who you are.”
    Matthew Dicks, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend

  • #5
    Boris Akunin
    “He knew the way he spoke wasn't right, but it was the only way the words came. The thoughts in his head were precise and clear, their meaning was absolutely obvious. But when they emerged in the form of phrases, the superfluous husk simply fell away of its own accord and only the essential idea was left. Probably sometimes rather more fell away than ought to.”

    Excerpt From
    EF06 - The State Counsellor”
    Boris Akunin

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    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

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    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

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    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

  • #14
    Madeline Miller
    “I am made of memories.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #15
    Madeline Miller
    “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #16
    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

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #19
    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

  • #20
    Madeline Miller
    “It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #21
    Madeline Miller
    “I am air and thought and can do nothing.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #22
    Madeline Miller
    “Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #23
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #24
    Madeline Miller
    “As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #25
    Madeline Miller
    “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

  • #26
    Madeline Miller
    “Have you no more memories?"
    I am made of memories.
    "Speak, then.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #27
    Madeline Miller
    “There is no honour in betraying your friends.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #28
    Madeline Miller
    “Divine blood flows differently in each god-born child.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #29
    Madeline Miller
    “I think: this is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: how long do we have?”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #30
    Madeline Miller
    “Our men liked conquest; they did not trust a man who was conquered himself.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles



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