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“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

“«Parla di Dante come se ne fosse innamorata. Il suo ragazzo non è geloso?»
[..] «Chi mai potrebbe essere geloso di un mucchietto di polvere?»”
― Mirya, Di carne e di carta

“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

“Alessandra sospirò. «Perché gli uomini di carne devono fare così schifo? Perché non sono come quelli di carta?»
«Perché non li inventa una donna, suppongo.»
«Quindi, se Dio esiste, è sicuramente maschio?»
‘L’uccel di Dio’. «O è un uomo di carta anche lui. Dopotutto è perfetto, e in tanti ci hanno scritto sopra un mucchio di cose, a partire da Mosè...»
«Io non voglio un Dio perfetto. Voglio solo un uomo che sappia amarmi.»
«Allora vuoi un Dio perfetto. Agli uomini, ad amare, lo insegnano le donne.»”
― Mirya, Di carne e di carta