I know you pretty well." "Better than anyone I think." I smiled. Her compliment was like a gift itself, only more precious than anything that could be bought.

Let me get you all some punch,” I said. “You're leaving us?” said Isabel, sounding panicky. “I'll be right back,” I promised. “If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.

I know you pretty well." "Better than anyone I think." I smiled. Her compliment was like a gift itself, only more precious than anything that could be bought.

I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed.

The world of 'The Hunger Games' is a paranoid survivalist's dream.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.