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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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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
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Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
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I heard your song the moment we were born. And years later, it dragged me back from the lake of the half-dead when all I wanted to do was die. Each time someone tried to kill me, it sang its tune and gave me hope.
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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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It's not that I like you least [...] it's that I feared you most. The reginita taught me to like you. There was a strange joy to her that lifted my spirits. But you, Quintana of Charyn, you made me love you.
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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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Oh, you've outdone me twice now, you queen of forgiveness. The ring's a promise of peace and I'm greedy with hope. It's a song that we sing in a tongue that we share. And though you say it's a gift from a king to a king, I say it's a sign from a queen to a queen.
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So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around? Jellicoe Road
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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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We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?
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Don't you ever touch my car again, Santangelo says with the same fury he had on his face when Jonah Griggs made comments about his mother. Raffy touches the car with her finger in a very dramatic way. You've just made our hit list, he says, getting a hanky out of his pocket and cleaning off some imaginary mark.
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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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You’re going to have to learn to ride a horse on your own, Phaedra', he said. 'It will make the journey faster.' 'The mule and I have an agreement.' 'The mule and you have similar traits.
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I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do.
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A clean house will result in peace in the Middle East as well.
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We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot. Don't say that, I yelled. You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.
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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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