“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… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“My friend Patroclus, whom I loved, is dead. I loved him more than any other comrade. I loved him like my head,… — Homer Copy Share Image
“Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
