Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I did not pretend to be a mortal. I showed my lambent, yellow eyes at every turn. None of it made a… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No man is worth more than another, wherever he… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
What's amazing to me is how many of the issues facing women in the ancient world still linger today. Take Odysseus' wife,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
In making Achilles and Patroclus lovers, I wasn't trying to speak for all gay men, just as when I write straight characters,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“This was a man who moved like the gods were watching: every gesture he made was upright and correct. There was no one else… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Briseis is kneeling by my body. She has brought water and cloth, and washes the blood and dirt from my skin. Her hands are… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl's. It struck from me a sudden, springing dislike.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
