Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.
Suzanne CollinsThe air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.
Suzanne CollinsSomething small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.
Suzanne Collins