“Just say after Wednesday we never see each-" "Don't" he says, angry. "Jonah, you live six hundred kilometres away from me," I… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
And if I get a little chemically imbalanced in the head, like we all know I tend to get sometimes, and I… — 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
“Between now and when we graduate next year there are at least ten weeks' holiday and five random public holidays. There's email… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
But you're almost eighteen. You're old enough. Everyone else is doing it. And next year someone is going to say to someone… — 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
