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“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

“We are all stardust and stories.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

“Don’t you want to be alive before you die?”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles