And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.
Suzanne CollinsI drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.
Suzanne CollinsMaybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,โ I say. โSo now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?โ โPut you somewhere you can't get hurt.โ And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.
Suzanne CollinsYou canโt miss your schedule. Every morning, youโre supposed to stick your right arm in this contraption in the wall. It tattoos the smooth inside of your forearm with your schedule for the day in a sickly purple ink. 7:00โBreakfast. 7:30โKitchen Duties. 8:30โEducation Center, Room 17. And so on. The ink is indelible until 22:00โBathing
Suzanne Collins