Quotes from Melina Marchetta

It's what depression does to a person; it changes them completely.

There are always jobs I have to learn because all good Italian girls know how to do them and one day I'll need them to look after my chauvinistic husband.

The gods do make playthings of us. But it is we mortals who provide them with tools.

He chanced a look at her and saw the flare of something in her eyes. A salve to the emptiness that sometimes threatened to suffocate him.

It's way too tense. Someone's either going to get into a fight or cry. Neither option is preferable.

He'd be so angry at us, Tom, for crying so much when all he did was laugh.

The dead are greedy for you.

They all turned to Lirah, waiting. "We'll kill each other, Priestling," she said softly, but her eyes were bright. "I'll win most arguments, but you'll get used to it," he said. She came to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She kissed De Lancey as well. "And thank you." Gargarin took her hand. "And what about mine?" he asked. "I'm the brilliant architect.

No llores —le dijo ella con dureza, aunque las lágrimas le cubrían su propio rostro—. No llores, Finnikin, porque si empezamos a llorar, nuestras lágrimas no acabarán nunca.

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

All they needed to do was look up close at what it was they were afraid of and they'd probably realise that it wasn't so frightening after all.

The gods whispered to you once, Finnikin. And you listened. But they are proud and refuse to speak to those who do not believe that there is something out there mightier than the minds and intellect of mortals.

It's against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.

You don't speak to him for eighteen years, and you still share a whistle? Froi whispered. Nothing wrong with a whistle. Froi chuckled.

Having boys around at camp is hard. You have to be on the alert. Boys, for example, like exposing themselves. They walk back from the shower blocks with their towels around them, and next minute either someone flashes at you, or one of his friends grabs his towel off him and makes a run for it. I have to say it's a bit traumatic at times, not knowing when the next penis will appear.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amo.

Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.

When she's gone, Tom dares to look at Sam and then the ultrasound photo again. "You've fathered the elephant man. Someone has to tell her.

Any man can kill, Finnikin. It is a stroke, an action with one's hand. But not every man knows how to lead.

Que no viera nunca los momentos de mi vida que han estado llenos de negligencia, miedo y repulsión, momentos a los que nunca podré volver, porque sé que me entorpecerán el resto de mi vida si me permito recordarlos un solo instante.

You can't hate what you're part of. What you are. I resent it most of the time, curse it always, but it'll be part of me till the day I die.

I want to be an adjective again. But I'm a noun. A nothing. A nobody. A no one.

no quiero separarme de él, porque esta noche no quiero nada más que ser parte de él. Porque ser parte de él no es cualquier cosa; más bien lo es todo.

Because women are elephants and watch the way you say that in front of them because they'll think you're calling them fat and there's no coming back from that moment. But they hoard. They say they don't, but they do. We think that if something's not spoken about again, it goes away. It doesn't. Nothing goes away just like that, Mackee.