His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

Simple dreams are the hardest to come true

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

We approach the house and I wave at Jimmy. "And if he thinks he's eating with us, he's got another thing coming," my dad says. Jimmy approaches us and takes the shopping bags from me, looking inside them. "Lamb roast. Am I invited?

She's tired and leans her head on his shoulder, which is the resting place for all their heads, but when Justine and Siobhan and Francesca use his body so shamelessly he doesn't feel the need to turn his head and press his mouth against their hair.

Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?

If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.