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“There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story's end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean that he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was only made of himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us. He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line. No wonder his father had been so baffled by him. He would have been always looking for the hidden meaning, the knife in the dark. But Telemachus carried his blade in the open.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I believed myself worthless, and that belief drove me to seek validation from whomever I could grasp hold of, as if their love would prove I was enough.
But I have always been enough.
And I no longer wish to destroy what I am to create a version of myself this world will accept.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea

“Nature is magic, Medea, and magic is nature. It is the rawest essence of our world, a power infused by the divine when they created it. It sings through Gaia’s veins, but only few can hear it, only those Hecate allows. Listen.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea