By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
Suzanne CollinsThe anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
Suzanne CollinsThe glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.
Suzanne Collins