Sebastian Van

“The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“And then he pressed his lips onto mine. “Live”, he said. “Oh live, my life, my love, live.”
And that’s when I’m supposed to open my eyes like a dewy fawn, and see him poised over me like the sun, and make a little gasping noise of wonder and gratitude, and then he fucks me.”
― Madeline Miller, Galatea

“How do you bear it?" he said.
My eyes gave off a faint light, and by it I could see his face, It was a surprise to realise that he was waiting for an answer. I believed I had one. I thought of another dim room, with another prisoner. He had been a craftsman also. On the foundation of his knowledge, civilisation had been built. Prometheus' words deep-running as roots, had waited in me all this time.
"We bear it as best we can," I said.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I have given enough to them. I will not give them this.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles