The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

it is too hot. They lie in the dark and hate each other.

“He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”

“No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.”