Melina Marchetta: Doing (page 2)

“You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.”

“What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself.

"First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.”

“I do not believe that the desires of young boys cause catastrophic events. The actions of humans do.”

“We don't even love each other.
I do a bit, you know.
You do what a bit?
You know. Like you… whatever… love you a bit.
I think I kind of love you too.”

“Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?”

“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.”

“Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.”

“I stand up and walk towards her because my days of waiting for more are over. If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it.”

“I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do.”