#mocking

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

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#games

There's a tradition in British intellectual life of mocking any non-political force that gets involved in politics, especially within the sphere of the arts and the theatre. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#arts #british #especially #force #gets

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

Well, I think that if you sincerely try to imagine what life is like for another person - not in a mocking way, not in a satirical way, but in a sincere, compassionate way - I don't think that's exploitive. ↗

— Curtis Sittenfeld

#compassionate #i #i think #imagine #life

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

I'm so tired, Katniss. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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

Stay with me. Always. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #mockingjay #peeta #romance #katniss

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving ↗

— Buddy Wakefield

#hurling-crowbirds-at-mockingbars #poetry #love