What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.— Melina Marchetta
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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.
Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.
Hold my hand because I might disappear.
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.
Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?
No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.
The truth doesn't set you free, you know.
It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.
I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.
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.
It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.
The next night he asked Jonah if he could take $9.
49 out of Jonah's secret stash that only Danny and his mum and Jack knew about. Jonah kept it in his sock drawer next to a photograph of Jonah and a girl with sad eyes, taken in one of those railway station photo booths.
Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
Taylor Markham," said Raffaela, "I'm going to say a prayer for you.
" And although I wanted to mock her and explain I didn't believe in anything or anyone, I realised that no one had ever prayed for me before. So I let her.
Do something that scares you everyday.
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.
You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.
And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.
When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.
He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.
When it was over, she gathered him in her arms.
And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.
This is the best night of my life," Raffy says, crying.
"Raffy, half our House has burnt down," I say wearily. "We don't have a kitchen." "Why do you always have to be so pessimistic?" she asks. "We can double up in our rooms and have a barbecue every night like the Cadets." Silently I vow to keep Raffy around for the rest of my life.
What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.
Do you want to hang out? At your place or something?" Hanging out with Jimmy Hailler will mean that I have to say hello to him every day. I'm not ready to say hello to him every day. Too much commitment. It's bad enough that I'm sharing chocolate brownies swith him. I shake my head. "Not today.
Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.
These people have history and I crave history.
I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.
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. He;s aiming for oblivion.
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.
Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?
Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.
Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
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.
And suddenly I know I have to go. But this time without being chased by the Brigadier, without experiencing the kindness of a postman from Yass, and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breath for the rest of my life.
Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.
He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.
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.
How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?
I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy.
I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett. I need Tim Tams and comfort food.
I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.
Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.
City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.
Phaedra shook her head. “If your people mean no offense, they should not speak their thoughts out loud in front of their children, Tesadora. Because it will be their children who come to slaughter us one day, all because of careless words passed down by their elders who meant no harm.
Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.
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.
The idea that God works in mysterious ways is rubbish.
There’s nothing mysterious about his ways. They’re premeditated and slightly conniving, and they place you in an impossible situation.
...the greatest weapon against big stupid men was a sharp mind.
I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me.
I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.
Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.
About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.