I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years? — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
It still amazes him how they could have been misled by her personality in Year Eleven. It's what depression does to a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
When he wins the bet, I tell Griggs that it will take me a lifetime to save up two trillion dollars and… — 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
Living is the challenge. Not dying. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I heard your song the moment we were born. And years later, it dragged me back from the lake of the half-dead… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
This is what I know. I look like my father. My father disappeared when he was seventeen years old. Hannah once told… — 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
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
My old school, St Stella’s, only goes to Year Ten and most of my friends now go to Pius Senior College, but… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
What happens when she's not my memory anymore? What happens when she's not around to tell me about his belt leaving scars… — 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… — 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
Where did this come from? Do you know what this is? Luca is going to sneak out of bed in the middle… — 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
