As I descend the stairs, I canโt help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even in the Capitol, thereโs nothing to match the magnificence of this old building. But there is no give to the surface - only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.
Suzanne CollinsThat it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.
Suzanne CollinsAnd then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?
Suzanne Collins