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I'm sick and tired of you people living interstate and overseas from people you want to be with. You're ruining my life! All of you!

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Overseas
Tired
Sick
Living
Life
People
Interstate
Ruining

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It's Thursday afternoon, and we have sports. These are the choices for the girls: watching an invitational cricket game studying in one of the classrooms or watching the senior rugby league. As you can imagine, I'm torn.
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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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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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I shrug. I'll probably mention that I'm in love with you. He chuckles. Only you would say that in such a I-think-I'll-wash-my-hair-tonight tone.
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We approach the house and I wave at Jimmy. And if he thinks he's eating with us, he's got another thing coming, my dad says. Jimmy approaches us and takes the shopping bags from me, looking inside them. Lamb roast. Am I invited?
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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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The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.
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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 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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It is what a man does for strangers that counts more than what he does for his family.
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My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.
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Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
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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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It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.
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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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And it was this image that was stamped on the hearts and minds of all who were present that day. Of Froi of the Exiles holding the future of Lumatere in his hands.
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Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name. It's Taylor's middle name.
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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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What are you doing? she asked, trying to raise herself. First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.
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