“Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I have done it,' she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“The presence of the other boys did not comfort me; our dead come for their vengeance regardless if witnesses.” — Madeleine Miller Copy Share Image
“That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.” — 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
“He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Chiron had once said that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. 'No man is worth more than another, wherever he… — 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
“The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine. We lay there,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?' I am made of memories. 'Speak, then.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
