The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
Suzanne CollinsI carefully lay out the provisions. One thin black sleeping bag that reflects body heat. A pack of crackers. A pack of dried beef strips. A bottle of iodine. A box of wooden matches. A small coil of wire. A pair of sunglasses. And a half-gallon plastic bottle with a cap for carrying water that's bone dry. No water. How hard would it have been for them to fill up the bottle?
Suzanne CollinsSuddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they donโt even have the decency to pay attention to me. That Iโm being upstaged by a dead pig.
Suzanne CollinsAnd she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.
Suzanne Collins