“Patroclus,″ Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ″I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion″.”

“Patroclus,″ Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ″I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion″.”

— Madeline Miller