Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
Suzanne CollinsMaybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.
Suzanne CollinsI see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are
Suzanne CollinsYou would think after all the hours I’d spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn’t imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap me… I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.
Suzanne Collins