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.
Melina MarchettaI'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.
Melina Marchettayou grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.
Melina MarchettaIt still amazes him how they could have been misled by her personality in Year Eleven. It's what depression does to a person, it changes them completely.
Melina Marchetta