Itโs Tolstoy, by the way,โ I say as I open the door. He turns around. โWhat?โ Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up. โThe 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.
Melina MarchettaThe depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.
Melina MarchettaYouโre 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.
Melina MarchettaThere were events that stuck in my mind. One, for example, was the case of the missing palace seal at the beginning of winter.โ โOh the poor animal,โ she cried out, โtheyโre such beautiful creatures.โ โIโm speaking of the royal seal placed on correspondence, as you would know,โ he said.
Melina MarchettaYou can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but Iโll tell you this, Ned. Thereโs an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that youโve never ever seen before. Like theyโve kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?
Melina MarchettaMy mother, unlike yours, never exchanged sexual favors for a piece of silver," he said, addressing the first insult by banging the boy's head against the trunk of the tree. "And," he said with another resounding thump, "although I'm very familiar with that part of the female body, I take offense at being labeled one.
Melina Marchetta