“Slowly she raises her eyes to heaven. Then out loud, without looking upon me, she spits these words: "Gods. Kings. Heroes of Greece." There is something she wants to address to these ideas, something complex, rich, bitter. She looks for the words, and can only find these: "Fuck you all.” Mythology Book:The Last Song of Penelope Source: The Last Song of Penelope
“I do not touch his arm nor kiss his cheek nor run my fingers across his brow as he leaves the women to their labours, for I am Athena, and my love is marble within my chest.” Mythology Book:The Last Song of Penelope Source: The Last Song of Penelope