And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die. But there's a joy and an abundance of everything, like information and laughter and summer weather and so many stories. My mother urges me to write them down because, "You're the last of the Markhams, my love." So I record dates and journeys and personalities and traits and heroes and losers and weaknesses and strengths and I try to capture every one of those people because one day I'll need what they had to offer.
Melina MarchettaAs I walk back to the school on my own, I realise I'm crying. So I go back to the stories I've read about the five and I try to make sense of their lives because in making sense of theirs, I may understand mine.
Melina MarchettaI walk down the steps of the verandah towards her and with shaking hands she holds my face between them, sobbing, "Look at my beautiful girl.
Melina MarchettaHe knows no other way but ugliness,โ Sir Topher said quietly. โHe was taught no other lessons but those of force. His teachers have been scum who live by their own rules. No one has ever taught him otherwise.โ โAm I to forgive?โ she said, her voice shaking with anger. โNo,โ he said sadly. โPity him. Or give him new rules. Or put him down like a wild animal before he becomes a monster who destroys everything he encounters.
Melina Marchetta