I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.
Suzanne CollinsMy mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.
Suzanne CollinsSomething inside me twists as I remember another voice. Rue. In the arena. When I gave her the leg of groosling. โOh, I've never had a whole leg to myself before.โ The disbelief of the chronically hungry.
Suzanne Collins