Emily

“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

“Do you think Aristos Achaion fights in hopeless wars?”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
[on James Joyce's Ulysses]”
― Virginia Woolf

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles