#prim

The Corona Extra brand was launched in Austin, Texas. From Austin, where it was exclusively for three or four months, it became more widely available in that state and in others, primarily in the southwest and western United States. ↗

— Carlos Alvarez

#available #became #brand #corona #exclusively

Victories and defeats form part of everyone's life - everyone, that is, except cowards, as you call them, because they never lose or win. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life

Its called a playground, but its nearer to a battlefield. It can be brutal ↗

— Keith Richards

#life

There's something else there as well, something entirely her own. An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#life #mockingjay #prim #life

The prime purpose of being four is to enjoy being four, of secondary importance is to prepare for being five. ↗

— Jim Trelease

#enjoy #five #four #importance #prepare

Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#doctrine #exaggeration #primness #religion #art

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

You'll get used to it. In the end you won't even notice it anymore," he said. "How is that possible? It will always be there, right before my eyes." "Exactly," said Mattia. "Which is precisely why you won't see it anymore. ↗

— Paolo Giordano

#the-solitute-of-prime-numbers #solitude

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

Music is a gut thing. You're working in a medium which is more in touch with the primal than the modern. A gig is a ritual. There's a congregation. ↗

— Siobhan Fahey

#gig #gut #medium #modern #more