“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
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
