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Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name. It's Taylor's middle name.
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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
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Carmelina Marchetta
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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 I'm supposed to.
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Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.
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Don't ever ask me again if I hate living anywhere with you and Jasmina. This Rock reminds me of the boy I was and being with you in the palace reminds me of the man I want to be.' 'Not just any man,' she whispered. 'A King. Mine.
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Froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. With a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness.
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It's Thursday afternoon, and we have sports. These are the choices for the girls: watching an invitational cricket game studying in one of the classrooms or watching the senior rugby league. As you can imagine, I'm torn.
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The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.
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Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.
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Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?
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Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.
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He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Okay, would you like pizza? I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes. God help me, he said, half under his breath.
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Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you. But no one does.
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You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?
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It’s Tolstoy, by the way,” I say as I open the door. He turns around. “What?” Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up. “The writer of Anna Karenina. Not Trotsky. Trotsky was a revolutionary who was stabbed with a pickax in Mexico in 1940. But I can understand how the T thing could confuse you.
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She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.
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I watch Raffy as she removes the pickles from her hamburger and hands them over to Santangelo without them exchanging a word and I realize again there is more to that relationship than spelling bees and being enemies. These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.
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The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. Hes aiming for oblivion.
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When he wins the bet, I tell Griggs that it will take me a lifetime to save up two trillion dollars and he tells me that he's only giving me seventy years.
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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.
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I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.
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Balthazar pledged to die defending his royal house of Lumuatere. Finnikin swore to be their protector and guide for as long as he lived. Lucian vowed he would be the light whom they traveled toward in times of need.
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