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

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Playthings
Mortals
Gods
Provide
Tools
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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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All I need to understand is the unwritten law of warriors, he said firmly. And women and children are never sent to do our work without our protection. He pointed to the trees, emphatically. That's the language I share with them.
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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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There were events that stuck in my mind. One, for example, was the case of the missing palace seal at the beginning of winter.’ ‘Oh the poor animal,’ she cried out, ‘they’re such beautiful creatures.’ ‘I’m speaking of the royal seal placed on correspondence, as you would know,’ he said.
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Do something that scares you everyday.
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But you're almost eighteen. You're old enough. Everyone else is doing it. And next year someone is going to say to someone else 'but you're only sixteen, everyone else is doing it' Or one day someone will tell your daughter that she's only thirteen and everyone else is doing it. I don't want to do it because everyone else is doing it.
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Phaedra shook her head. “If your people mean no offense, they should not speak their thoughts out loud in front of their children, Tesadora. Because it will be their children who come to slaughter us one day, all because of careless words passed down by their elders who meant no harm.
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God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
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He watched as Finnikin swung onto the horse, his sleeve stained with blood. Froi liked the way Finnikin reached behind him and took Evanjalin's hand, placing it around his waist. It made everything seem normal because Finnikin always wanted to touch her.
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A piece of me is gone, she told me once while we were bra shopping. I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.
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What do you want from me? he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.
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I think I'm a bit in love with these girls. They make me feel giddy. Like I haven't a care in the world. Like I'm fearless. Like I used to be.
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And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.
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The idea that God works in mysterious ways is rubbish. There’s nothing mysterious about his ways. They’re premeditated and slightly conniving, and they place you in an impossible situation.
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No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands. Then learn to live without your hands. No, because then we won't be able to do this, Ben says, giving him the finger [...]
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Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.
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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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So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” “It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain. He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.
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I wish everyone would stop crying, Tom. Uncle Joe would be so angry about it. But she's crying herself now. He'd be so angry at us, Tom, for crying so much when all he did was laugh.
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I don't care what my friends think. You care what they'l do when they remember that you're the one with personality.
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