My 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 MarchettaI'm beginning to realize that things don't turn out the way you want them to. And sometimes, when they don't they can turn out just a little bit better.
Melina MarchettaNo," 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.
Melina MarchettaPlay me something that makes me feel; This soul inside me is made of steel. Brain is breathing, but heartโs not beating And, babe, I need you to make things real. Walk inside me without silence, Kill the past and change the tense. Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring; Take me places that make more sense.
Melina Marchetta