“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
— Madeline Miller“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
— Madeline Miller“Have you no more memories?Speak, then.”
— Madeline Miller“As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone.”
— Madeline Miller“But Athena had no babe, and she never would. Her only love was reason. And that has never been the same as reason.”
— Madeline Miller