On the Jellicoe road

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

— Melina Marchetta

“My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I'd ever seen,…

— Melina Marchetta

I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.

— Melina Marchetta

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

— Melina Marchetta

“Hannah’s house has been unfinished ever since I can remember. Deep down I think that’s always been a comfort to me, because people don’t…

— Melina Marchetta

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love…

— Melina Marchetta

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up…

— Melina Marchetta

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the…

— Melina Marchetta

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

— Melina Marchetta

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?" Jellicoe Road

— Melina Marchetta

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.

— Melina Marchetta

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

— Melina Marchetta

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen,…

— Melina Marchetta

So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” “It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I…

— Melina Marchetta

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

— Melina Marchetta