As we ride the elevator Gale finally says โYou're still angry.โ โAnd you're still not sorry,โ I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?โ he asks. โNo, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,โ I tell him.
Suzanne CollinsMy mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.
Suzanne CollinsYou would think after all the hours Iโd spent with Galeโ watching him talk and laugh and frownโ that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadnโt imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap meโฆ I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.
Suzanne Collins