All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.
Suzanne CollinsHow about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?โ โOh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,โ I say.
Suzanne CollinsAnd itโs all my fault, Gale. Because of what I did in the arena. If I had just killed myself with those berries, none of this wouldโve happened. Peeta could have come home and lived, and everyone else would have been safe, too.โ โSafe to do what?โ he says in a gentler tone. โStarve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping? You havenโt hurt people โ youโve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
Suzanne CollinsMy little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my motherโs body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Primโs face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
Suzanne Collins