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Melina Marchetta
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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
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Carmelina Marchetta
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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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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.
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Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
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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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Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.
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People aren’t interested in the truth, Dafar. They’re interested in what keeps them safe. They’re interested in being looked after. They’re interested in a tale being spun... Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.
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Girls under the age of fourteen are the most frightening creatures I have ever come across. - Jonah Griggs
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What's with what you're wearing? Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. It's pretty hideous, isn't it? I say. Don't force me to look at it, he says. It's see-through. That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.
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If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless, I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly. Not driving any more.
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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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Love’s easy. It kind of comes with the territory. But liking is another story.
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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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There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!
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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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I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him.
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She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.
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Best way to find the weakness of the enemy is to understand their ways.
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Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.
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You're judging her by her literacy,' Tara says. 'You're a literacist.' 'You've made that up.' Thomas Mackee packs up his stuff and stands up. 'You chicks give me the shits,' he says. 'You, on the other hand, brighten up our day,' I tell him. 'We all regard you as a god.
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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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