“He could hardly breathe at the though of his son and Quintana in Sorel with no one to protect them.” — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
It's too late. Seventeen-year-olds don't need fathers. Oh god. I'm thirty-four years old and I need a father. I can't even begin… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
This is what I know. I look like my father. My father disappeared when he was seventeen years old. Hannah once told… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
But it was definitely a car trailing me and quickly I prepared myself for a great dash. I began quickening my step… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Trevanion wrapped his arm around his son's neck like shepherd's hook and dragged him along playfully. when he let go, Finnikin thought… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Santangelo is irritated. "We're not suppose to be collaborating. It's supposed to be a war and you're supposed to stick to the… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give… — 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
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
