“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
What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” “It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly,… — 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
What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him.… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?" Jellicoe Road — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“Hannah’s house has been unfinished ever since I can remember. Deep down I think that’s always been a comfort to me, because… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.” — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
