Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stageโฆ Iโm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only itโs the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and thatโs when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.
Suzanne CollinsIn District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren't scraping by like the majority of us. But here is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.
Suzanne CollinsI look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
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 CollinsI guess there isnโt a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.
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