“Hero,” he said softly, in a manner that was much like his father’s. “Vengeance and glory are the ways of the Greeks and the Trojans. We are of the Herdsmen.”
―
Sulari Gentill,
Chasing Odysseus
“The sadness of death lies in the fact that it cannot be reversed. Cherish the world of the living whilst you have it, for you cannot visit there again.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“I am a bricklayer without drawings, laying words in sentences, sentences into paragraphs, allowing my walls to twist and turn on whim...no framework...just bricks interlocked...no idea what I'm building or if it will stand...no symmetry, no plan, just the chaotic unplotted bustle of human life.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Still, there might be something fitting about a friendship based on a common love of words being founded on an exchange of the same.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“It is not easy to soothe the immortal gods from their vengeance.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“What could you possibly write at Gates of Hades?” Cadmus asked. “Keep your spirits up.” Lycon sheathed the dagger he’d used to chisel the trunk. Cadmus shook his head. “Idiot.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“You know, Mac,”Cadmus said still looking out the window. “We may have to work on the way we tell our story …apparently it’s not amusing enough.” “I’ll try to include a joke between ‘he bled to death’and ‘the city burned’.”Machaon responded tersely.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“He has been known to devour men.” “He’s a cannibal?” Cadmus asked in horror. “Well, not really,” Daemon replied. “He is a Cyclops. He does not eat his own kind — just men and only those who challenge him … he does not hunt them.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“Hero,” said Machaon to his sister who was still muttering to her gods. “Please stop. Surely the gods would have heard you by now … let’s try not to annoy them.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“Just Gatsby,” he says. “It reminds me that flawed people can create perfect works of literature.” “And why do you need to be reminded of that?” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Leo shakes his head. “You Aussies have a dark side.” “Nonsense. We’re friendly alcoholics who like to barbeque and swear.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“bakery in Back Bay. Divine! Honest, their products make you believe in God and willing to forsake him at the same time.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“the excited crush of friendship’s beginning, untarnished by the annoyances, disappointments, and minor betrayals which come with the passing of time.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“the towel, rolls onto his side, and drags himself up into a sitting position against the wall. He catches his breath, and then, “I had no idea till just now, you fucking moron. I thought you were too dumb to do anything more complicated than eat donuts!” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“I ask him about his novel. I fancy that Leo writes historical fiction, and for some reason I'm convinced his era is the Roman Empire. I have no reason to suppose this...it's just a fancy."Romance," he says. "I write romance."My surprise clearly needs no words because he continues to explain. "My agent will tell you it's a story about passionate friendships and reluctant relationships in modern America, but really it's a romance.""Oh...set today?" I'm still thinking gladiators."Modern America, remember.""Have you...have you always written romance?""Yes, and what's more, so have you. The mystery writers, the historical novelists, the political thriller writers, the science fiction writers...everybody but the people who write instruction manuals is writing romance. We dress our stories up with murders, and discussions about morality and society, but really we just care about relationships.""You can't be serious. You're saying Stephen King writes romances?""Yes, ma'am!" Leo sits back in the sofa. "The killer clown is entertaining and all that, but what we're really interested in is whether the fat kid gets the pretty girl.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“The story of her life etched on her skin… She’s like a walking book. Patterns and portraits and words. Mantras of love and power. I wonder how much of it is fiction.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Whit’s biggest problem is how to actually avoid graduating from Harvard Law, and Marigold thinks expensive tattoos make her street.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“I reach out and touch his face, trying to think of some way to reassure him that I am choosing this with full knowledge of what he did. In the end, I just kiss him honestly, and I trust the act to say all those things for which words are tricky and inadequate. The moment extends into forever, deepening with the quickening of our pulses. He fumbles with the tiny buttons on my shirt and manages in frustration to tear off a couple. "You'd better be handy with a needle and thread," I warn as a spinning button rattles to rest on the floorboards. "For you, I'll learn," he murmurs into my neck.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Are you trying to change the subject?" He kisses me before I can deny it. I stop asking questions. And we lose ourselves to feeling - skin and warmth, breath and heartbeat. Discovery and pleasure and all the searing urgency of new love. And afterwards I lead him to my bed and we make love there as well, taking our time, coming to know each other's bodies. I am kissing the scar on his back when I ask about it again. "This is not the appendicitis scar, is it?" "Freddie, I really can't answer questions while you're doing that," he says, pulling me round and against his chest. "You don't like my interrogation methods?" "Oh, I like them...they are, however, somewhat counterproductive."He kisses the underside of my breasts. "It would be like asking you why you were so interested in that scar while doing this.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“The sadness of death lies in the fact that it cannot be reversed. Cherish the world of the living whilst you have it, for you cannot visit there again.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“I am a bricklayer without drawings, laying words in sentences, sentences into paragraphs, allowing my walls to twist and turn on whim...no framework...just bricks interlocked...no idea what I'm building or if it will stand...no symmetry, no plan, just the chaotic unplotted bustle of human life.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Still, there might be something fitting about a friendship based on a common love of words being founded on an exchange of the same.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“It is not easy to soothe the immortal gods from their vengeance.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“What could you possibly write at Gates of Hades?” Cadmus asked. “Keep your spirits up.” Lycon sheathed the dagger he’d used to chisel the trunk. Cadmus shook his head. “Idiot.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“You know, Mac,”Cadmus said still looking out the window. “We may have to work on the way we tell our story …apparently it’s not amusing enough.” “I’ll try to include a joke between ‘he bled to death’and ‘the city burned’.”Machaon responded tersely.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“He has been known to devour men.” “He’s a cannibal?” Cadmus asked in horror. “Well, not really,” Daemon replied. “He is a Cyclops. He does not eat his own kind — just men and only those who challenge him … he does not hunt them.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“Hero,” said Machaon to his sister who was still muttering to her gods. “Please stop. Surely the gods would have heard you by now … let’s try not to annoy them.” ― Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
“Just Gatsby,” he says. “It reminds me that flawed people can create perfect works of literature.” “And why do you need to be reminded of that?” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Leo shakes his head. “You Aussies have a dark side.” “Nonsense. We’re friendly alcoholics who like to barbeque and swear.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“bakery in Back Bay. Divine! Honest, their products make you believe in God and willing to forsake him at the same time.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“the excited crush of friendship’s beginning, untarnished by the annoyances, disappointments, and minor betrayals which come with the passing of time.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“the towel, rolls onto his side, and drags himself up into a sitting position against the wall. He catches his breath, and then, “I had no idea till just now, you fucking moron. I thought you were too dumb to do anything more complicated than eat donuts!” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“I ask him about his novel. I fancy that Leo writes historical fiction, and for some reason I'm convinced his era is the Roman Empire. I have no reason to suppose this...it's just a fancy."Romance," he says. "I write romance."My surprise clearly needs no words because he continues to explain. "My agent will tell you it's a story about passionate friendships and reluctant relationships in modern America, but really it's a romance.""Oh...set today?" I'm still thinking gladiators."Modern America, remember.""Have you...have you always written romance?""Yes, and what's more, so have you. The mystery writers, the historical novelists, the political thriller writers, the science fiction writers...everybody but the people who write instruction manuals is writing romance. We dress our stories up with murders, and discussions about morality and society, but really we just care about relationships.""You can't be serious. You're saying Stephen King writes romances?""Yes, ma'am!" Leo sits back in the sofa. "The killer clown is entertaining and all that, but what we're really interested in is whether the fat kid gets the pretty girl.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“The story of her life etched on her skin… She’s like a walking book. Patterns and portraits and words. Mantras of love and power. I wonder how much of it is fiction.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Whit’s biggest problem is how to actually avoid graduating from Harvard Law, and Marigold thinks expensive tattoos make her street.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“I reach out and touch his face, trying to think of some way to reassure him that I am choosing this with full knowledge of what he did. In the end, I just kiss him honestly, and I trust the act to say all those things for which words are tricky and inadequate. The moment extends into forever, deepening with the quickening of our pulses. He fumbles with the tiny buttons on my shirt and manages in frustration to tear off a couple. "You'd better be handy with a needle and thread," I warn as a spinning button rattles to rest on the floorboards. "For you, I'll learn," he murmurs into my neck.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
“Are you trying to change the subject?" He kisses me before I can deny it. I stop asking questions. And we lose ourselves to feeling - skin and warmth, breath and heartbeat. Discovery and pleasure and all the searing urgency of new love. And afterwards I lead him to my bed and we make love there as well, taking our time, coming to know each other's bodies. I am kissing the scar on his back when I ask about it again. "This is not the appendicitis scar, is it?" "Freddie, I really can't answer questions while you're doing that," he says, pulling me round and against his chest. "You don't like my interrogation methods?" "Oh, I like them...they are, however, somewhat counterproductive."He kisses the underside of my breasts. "It would be like asking you why you were so interested in that scar while doing this.” ― Sulari Gentill, The Woman in the Library
