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.
Melina MarchettaIf I did something to hurt Frankie and she said that I was never getting near her heart again, Iโd spent the rest of my life trying anyway. Thatโs the difference between you and me, Tom. Iโd go back to the moment it all fell apart and Iโd start there.
Melina MarchettaYou list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?
Melina MarchettaMama says that satisfaction isn't what I should search for. Respect is. Respect? I detest that word. Probably because in this world you have to respect the wrong people for the wrong reasons.
Melina MarchettaMy father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road Iโd ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, 'Whatโs the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said, 'Narnie, my love, when we get there, youโll understand,' and that was the last thing he ever said.
Melina Marchetta