“Name one hero who was happy."I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back."You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward."I can't.""I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret.""Tell me." I loved it when he was like this."I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it.""Why me?""Because you're the reason. Swear it.""I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes."I swear it," he echoed.We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned."I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
Madeline Miller“I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.”
Madeline Miller“and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.”
Madeline Miller“I came across 'The Song of Achilles' by Madeline Miller in one of the most romantic ways one can find a story. I was digging through a pile of used books at my local library when my hand gravitated toward its brilliant teal and glistening gold cover.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid“Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles