[Jonah Griggs] is similar to a hawke and a wolf and Will Trombal – he mates for life.
Melina MarchettaTags: jonah-griggs
I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.
Melina MarchettaThe idea that God works in mysterious ways is rubbish. There’s nothing mysterious about his ways. They’re premeditated and slightly conniving, and they place you in an impossible situation.
Melina MarchettaTags: ironic
Trevanion wrapped his arm around his son's neck like shepherd's hook and dragged him along playfully. when he let go, Finnikin thought he would have liked his father to hold on a moment longer.
Melina MarchettaDo you miss being friends with Santangelo?" I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep.
"What makes you think were friends?"
"Everything."
I hear her yawn.
"Being enemies with him is better." she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long while.
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I watch Raffy as she removes the pickles from her hamburger and hands them over to Santangelo without them exchanging a word and I realize again there is more to that relationship than spelling bees and being enemies. These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.
Melina MarchettaTags: love
Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over their love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.
Melina MarchettaTags: love
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 the trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-la.
I reach the bottom and smash into him with my fists as hard as I can. He falls and I can't believe he goes down that easy, caught off balance.
"You care about nothing, you piece of shit!"
I'm on the verge of tears, like I always seem to be these days, and I hear the catch in my voice and I hate myself for it. He throws me off him and I can tell there is a fury in him.
"Never," he tells me in a tone full of ice, "under-estimate who or what I care for.
You 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.
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