Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.