#mocking

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

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #octavia #posy #fact

Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. ↗

— Harper Lee

#kill #mockingbird #sin #beauty

All parents should be aware that when they mock or curse gay people, they may be mocking or cursing their own child. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#child #curse #cursing #gay #may

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

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #meaning #mocking-jay #peeta #spolier

The question is, what are you going to do?" It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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

Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #the-hunger-games #katniss