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If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.
Melina Marchetta
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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
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Sydney
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Carmelina Marchetta
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I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being part of him. Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.
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According to Dickens, the first rule of human nature is self-preservation and when I forgive him for writing a character as pathetic as Oliver Twist, I'll thank him for the advice.
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He came third in the state for woodwork,” Francesca explains. “We actually had to be proud of him for a whole week. Tough times.
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I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.
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Scatter?' Tate said. 'Why? We stay here. Why go anywhere else?' 'Because we'll never know how great this place is until we leave it,' Narnie said.
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Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
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No. But it's like the argument `don't donate to third-world countries because the money mightn't get to them.' People only say that because it makes them feel better about the fact that they do nothing.
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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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Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?
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Is your queen what you are searching for in a woman, Froi? I never imagined I was looking for something in a woman. But if I did, I'd have to judge her by the way I felt laying beside her before I went to sleep at night and how I felt in the morning waking up to her. Oh, too profound, my friend. Much too profound.
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Everyone had told him to be strong for her, but Finnikin didn't know how to be strong for himself.
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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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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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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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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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Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
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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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