Some say it’s impossible because you remember nothing when you’re five seconds old but I promise you this: I remember the tremble in my mother’s body when the midwife first placed me in her arms. I remember the feeling of slipping between those fingers. It’s like she never really managed to grab hold of me with a firmness that spoke of never letting go.
—Melina Marchetta, Jellicoe Road p. 189 (via booknation)
My days of waiting 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.
—On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta (via fitnessbyjune)