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
Teresa, Teresa. Have we taught you nothing?" Raffy says in an irritated voice. "It's war. You go in and you hunt him… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
This is war," he say quietly. "Well thank God you're dressed for it, Griggs. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“But then I catch Grigg's eye and he looks at me in a way that tells me exactly what he's feeling and… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“So when good leaders don't want their people to die, they spend quite some time trying to work out how to achieve… — 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
