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Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Memories
Maybe
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You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.
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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.
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We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, she told him once. I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.
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She misses him more now than when he was away
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When one is silent, those around speak even more.
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Are you an idiot, or an idiot?' Gargarin hissed. 'The first one. I really resent being called the second.
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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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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.
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There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!
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If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it.
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I look at him. It's odious, he says. Detention? I ask, confused. Huh? We have no idea what the other is talking about. What's odious? I ask. O.D.S, he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.
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Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.
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Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
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But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.
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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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If something happened to me, whose face will be on the front page of the paper begging for me? Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?
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You can't go around feeling too much.
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Do something that scares you everyday.
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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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The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.
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