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    John   Waters
    “If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!”
    John Waters

  • #2
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am rooted, but I flow.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #3
    John   Waters
    “Sometimes I wish I was a woman, just so I could have an abortion.”
    John Waters

  • #4
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #6
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #10
    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, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Madeline Miller
    “I am made of memories.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    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, The Song of Achilles



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