Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.
Suzanne CollinsIf I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
Suzanne CollinsI reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.
Suzanne CollinsBut Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "Theyโre just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,โ I said, But itโs not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadnโt counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadnโt anticipated its will to live.
Suzanne CollinsI can hear him weeping but I don't care. They probably won't even bother to question her, she's so far gone. Gone right off the deep end years ago in her Games. There's a good chance I'm headed in the same direction. Maybe I'm already going crazy and no one has the heart to tell me. I feel crazy enough.
Suzanne Collins