#mocking

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #suzanne-collins #survival

Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead." I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #mockingjay #prim #improvement

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #burn #dead #end #fire

It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#style

Bloom County was set in a tidy, rural environment probably because of Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' ↗

— Berkeley Breathed

#bloom #county #environment #harper #kill

When we talk of freedom and opportunity for all nations, the mocking paradoxes in our own society become so clear they can no longer be ignored. ↗

— Wendell Willkie

#become #clear #freedom #ignored #longer

We need to be celebrating those who serve us rather than mocking them for the purpose of getting on TV and selling some books. ↗

— Jennifer M. Granholm

#celebrating #getting #mocking #need #purpose

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #collins #end #everdeen #gale

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #mockingjay #the-hunger-games #hunger

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #suzanne-collins #to-capitol #katniss