“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.” — 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
“I could not make him a god,' she says. Her jagged voice, rich with grief. But you made him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and… — 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… — 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
“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,' Chiron said. 'And perhaps it is a greater grief, after all, to… — 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
“Name one hero who was happy." "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish… — 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
“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
“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
“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
