“You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.”
― Circe
― Circe
“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Circe
― Circe
“Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.”
― Circe
― Circe
“When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.
I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain.”
― Circe
I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain.”
― Circe
“So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.
“You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”
“I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.”
― Circe
“You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”
“I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.”
― Circe
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