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...my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life.

She loved us more than all the named things in the world.

Her love was full-throated and all-encompassing and unadorned.

The staying and doing it, in spite of everything.

The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack. — William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

...by then I'd come to know that anything could happen and that everything would.

...why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

...but it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?

Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" "That is the only time a man can be brave.

There are things to be learned even from the dead.

There was a man, or was he all a dream?

A black day it was / when he took ship to see that cursed city … / Destroy, I call it—I hate to say its name!”

...my fingers, sifting away / like a shadow, dissolving like a dream, and each time / the grief cut to the heart, sharper, yes

WOOOHOOOO ODYSSEUS! LIKE A BOSS.

‘What, Polyphemus, what in the world’s the trouble? / ... / ‘Nobody, friends’—Polyphemus bellowed back from his cave— / ‘Nobody’s killing me now by fraud and not by force.’‘ / ‘If you’re alone,’ his friends boomed back at once, / ... / it must be a plague sent here by mighty Zeus / and there’s no escape from that.

The monster wrenched the spike / from his eye and out it came with a red geyser of blood—

So we seized our stake with its fiery tip / and bored it round and round in the giant’s eye / till blood came boiling up around that smoking shaft / and the hot blast singed his brow and eyelids round the core / and the broiling eyeball burst— / its crackling roots blazed / and hissed—

Nobody—that’s my name. Nobody— / ... / ‘Nobody? I’ll eat Nobody last of all his friends— / I’ll eat the others first! That’s my gift to you!’

But now / you’re set on probing the bitter pains I’ve borne, / so I’m to weep and grieve, it seems, still more. / Well then, what shall I go through first, / what shall I save for last?