#marchettaedit

➸ a remake of this old edit

I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.

“Do you love me?’ Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.’ And she replies, ‘No need to wait,”

–Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road

“Land?” Froi whispered. “You’re giving them land? I’m not worth the valley.” “You’re worth a kingdom,” Finnikin said.

“ Your friends are at the house.' I sit up, straight. 'Who'? 'I don't know. Weird people. The Sullivan girl, whose father got the Gosford police to pick you up.' 'Siobhan?' 'And another one who's making cups of tea for everyone, and keeping the boy who's telling Luca fart jokes away from the girl who says he's "the last bastion of patriarchal poor taste".' 'Justine, Thomas and Tara.' And the drug fiend, Jimmy, is keeping Mia calm and the Trombal boy's rung about ten times. I don't like his manner on the phone.' 'You won't like any guy's manner on the phone. ”

Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

↳ “my father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. i counted. it happened on the jellicoe road. the prettiest road i’d 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, 'what’s the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said, 'narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,' and that was the last thing he ever said.”