" I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be her
If they ever tell my story, let them say I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say, I lived in the time of Hector...tamer of horses. Let them say, I lived in the time of Achilles.