“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
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
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
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
“She bewitches you," Trevanion said. "And she is yours for the taking. Any fool can see that. So take her and get… — 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
“I trace his face with my fingers, 'Let me see. A guy tells me that he would have thrown himself in front… — 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
Instinct tells me to go to Hannah's, but she doesn't live there anymore and that's when I realize the major difference between… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking that after last night you shouldn't have to spend your morning in a hospital finding out if my mother has… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“It becomes one of those defining moments in your life, when your mother does that” — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“He's my father!" she bellowed, pointing to Trevanion. "Vestie!" Beatriss said firmly, stopping to stare up at her. "I'll snip at the… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“The boy in the tree sobs uncontrollably when I tell him about the Hermit and my mother, yet his eyes light up… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
My mother, unlike yours, never exchanged sexual favors for a piece of silver," he said, addressing the first insult by banging the… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I used to tell your mother she looked like Sophia Lauren." He looks at me, frowning, and then it registers. "Oh God,… — 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
“He came to understand the difference between the gods' blessed and a smart man. His uncle was one. His father the other.” — 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
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
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
