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I just love Elsie... I aspire to be a freakin' ol' grandma like her

I N 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.

There, at last, is his heart. Blood spills
between shoulder blades, dark and slick as oil. Achilles smiles as his face
strikes the earth.

It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I
both know there is no peace for those who live after

I have killed a son of Zeus, but it is not enough. They must think it is
Achilles who has done it.

This book made me hate Agamemnon so passionately.

My feet seek
infinitesimal chips in the god-cut rocks. I am not graceful, but scrabbling,
my hands clawing against the stone before they cling. Yet I am climbing. I
will crack their uncrackable city, and capture Helen, the precious gold yolk
within. I imagine dragging her out under my arm, dumping her before
Menelaus. Done. No more men will have to die for her vanity.

I saw their drivers looking back
fearfully, frantically, at Achilles reborn phoenix-like from his sulking rage.

I wept, my chest shaking, my throat rubbed
raw. He would be hated now. No one would remember his glory, or his
honesty, or his beauty; all his gold would be turned to ashes and ruin.

‘Do they really believe I hurt Billy? And my mother? And my baby
sister?’
Christos shrugged. ‘I have no idea what people believe. But I would
guess they don’t care if you did or not.’
‘Then why –’
‘For whatever reason, you’re the common enemy. People need one. For
bonding. And for keeping themselves out of the firing line. Also
evolutionary, I think.’ This time he didn’t laugh. ‘But very unfair.’

I’ve been a single woman all
my life – I’ve unclogged drains, ousted spiders, and investigated suspicious
noises without missing a beat. The fact that I am nervous about answering
the front door in the middle of the day feels like a betrayal of myself, not to
mention of all the women who paved the way before me

This is his truest self, earnest
and guileless, full of mischief but without malice. He is lost in Agamemnon
and Odysseus’ wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They
have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him.

It strikes me that, with all the cruelties in this
world, there is still nothing quite as dangerous as kindness.

I was in the sort of pain that makes death seem like a kind option.
Surgery was minutes away. I had never been less okay. And I’ll tell you
something – it changes a person, this sort of pain. It changed me
irrevocably. After I experienced it, I became blacker inside.

Odd. I wonder, idly, if Roxanne might be a very friendly drug
addict. She does always look tired.

The relentless inevitability of school, day after
day after day. To add insult to injury, it’s sold to you by older folk like it’s a
golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Talk about gaslighting.

It feels unethical to dislike a child this much

I get the gore aspect of it.....but it has no horror.

“The secret,” she said, “is that there is no secret. Everyone suffers.
Some choose to surrender, and some do not. The nature of your courage, the
degree of it…these are entirely up to you.”

Sparkly....it's too bad stars don’t play music

So does in last story the fungus takes over that scientist's body?

“Oh, babe,” the nurse said after a long, contemplative moment. “You
were so right. I do have potential. All I needed to do was focus.”

Most cover acts are content to be smug little Xerox machines (if Xerox machines also had male-patterned baldness and unfortunate ponytails)

trauma is the bitch-goddess of humanity

Never thought I would ever be reading a threesome with ghost

I think what I want is for someone to know me. Really know me. Know me better than anyone else and maybe even me. Isn’t that why we commit to another? It’s not for sex. If it were for sex, we wouldn’t marry one person. We’d just keep finding new partners. We commit for many reasons, I know, but the more I think about it, the more I think long-term relationships are for getting to know someone.

Depression is a serious illness. It’s physically painful, debilitating. And you can’t just decide to get over it in the same way you can’t just decide to get over cancer. Sadness is a normal human condition, no different from happiness. You wouldn’t think of happiness as an illness. Sadness and happiness need each other. To exist, each relies on the other, is what I mean.