In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.
Suzanne CollinsAt some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
Suzanne CollinsAnd then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
Suzanne Collins