“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”

“That is — your friend?"
"Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”

“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”

“Some had a whole epic, others just a verse.”

“Go," She says. "He waits for you.”

“I have built a you within me, or you have. I wonder what of me there is in you.”

“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.”

"It is very difficult, to befriend where you wish to consume, to find those who, when they ask Do I have you still, when they end a letter with Yours, mean it in any substantive way."

"I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you."