Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.

Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

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?

I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

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.

She wants you to be a god," I told him. "I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

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.

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.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

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

Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.

a friend is someone who, when you make a mistake reminds you that you will, forever after, be a kinder person because of it...

Once I know who I'm not, then I'll know who I am.

Actors should be timeless and impersonal.

‎What's the weather like? ... It's fierce mild!

The problem is I can think whatever I think but I still feel the way I feel.

Heresie may be easier kept out, then shooke off.

Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

Do I resent rich people? No. The best or worst I can do is notice them. I agree with the great Socialist writer George Orwell, who felt that rich people were poor people with money.

You can do a million different funks from a million different people and you'll never get anything exactly alike - that's what's so beautiful about it.