I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
Suzanne CollinsAs coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
Suzanne CollinsMy little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my motherโs body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Primโs face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
Suzanne CollinsTick, tock,โ whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. โTick, tock.โ โTick, tock,โ I agree softly. โItโs time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
Suzanne Collins