Nikki De Ruiter

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

“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?”
― Mark Twain

“Time expanded and shrank to instants and eternities: a spasm of pleasure, sunlight on the ceiling, his fingers digging into my shoulder, half-darkness and the rich smell of wine that was older than we were.”
― Bridget Collins, The Binding

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