We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
Suzanne CollinsThe morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.
Suzanne CollinsWhat do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.
Suzanne Collins