Engelbert Roque

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“Sometimes we even have to risk making fools of ourselves.”
― E.L. Konigsburg, The View from Saturday

“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