It's a weird smile, but it reaches his eyes and I bottle it. And I put it in my ammo pack that's… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
The music department is going to do a musical next year," he tells me, rolling his eyes like I would. Justine is… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Your friends are at the house.' I sit up, straight. 'Who'? 'I don't know. Weird people. The Sullivan girl, whose father got… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans.… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
She's tired and leans her head on his shoulder, which is the resting place for all their heads, but when Justine and… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
And then you came along and you spoke to me and nobody had looked me in the eye for years. (...) But I remember… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
“you do that all the time you know. you ask me questions when you know the answer will piss you off. ask me a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy. I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett.… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
“When I saw "Ulysses" on Georgie's bedside table and Tom Finch's name written on it in a scrawl so like my old man's, I… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
“Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
You know what? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. It's this dumb thing I do. I look into things and see more than… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
Everything's going to be fine. She'll be back at work soon. Let's just keep the house clean." Oh yeah, I want to say, because… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit.… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share
