Quotes from Melina Marchetta

He's my father!" she bellowed, pointing to Trevanion. "Vestie!" Beatriss said firmly, stopping to stare up at her. "I'll snip at the tongue if I ever see it in such a way again! Trevanion, speak to her." Vestie hung her head, shamefaced. "Vestie," he said, his voice still gentle. "Yes, Father." "Shout it out louder, my love. Shout it out louder.

You can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but I'll tell you this, Ned. There's an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that you've never ever seen before. Like they've kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

They always prided themselves on looking youthful. "Forty's the new thirty," they'd joke. Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty's the new one hundred.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

Those full of fear were the most dangerous of people.

If there was one weapon he had against these savages, it was not acknowledging their existence.

His seed will issue kings, but he will never reign For she would be Queen of Lumatere. But he would be king to her.

Back in Georgie's attic, he yanks the phone out of the socket and begins scrolling down the names under dialed calls, praying to anyone who will listen. God. Baby Jesus. Saint Thomas the doubter. Saint Whoever, patron saint of losers. Praying, Please, please, don't let it be true. The first name shatters him. The second makes his head spin.

I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.

One day" came. Because finally I understood.

We pass more women with swollen bellies hurrying towards the godshouse and Arjuro presses a kiss to Tariq's outstretched fingers. 'She's mocking me, runt of our litter,' Arjuro tells him. 'The Oracle is mocking me for choosing a man to share my bed. And her punishment is that I spend the rest of eternity staring between the legs of women.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

If he goes for my nose again, I fink I'll hang him up by his little balls,' one of the Guard said, getting to his feet. Froi tried to ignore the mockery. 'Nothing little about me,' he grunted. 'Don't take my word for it, Hindley. Ask your wife. She seemed happy last night, you know, with the size and all.

Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.

See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away.

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 to think what my daughter needs.

There it was. Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance. It robbed Phaedra of her breath.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.

I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.

Mama says that satisfaction isn't what I should search for. Respect is. Respect? I detest that word. Probably because in this world you have to respect the wrong people for the wrong reasons.

I love it when you're demented like this.