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“None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway; they only wanted to tell their own.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“I keep wondering, will Merrilee still be a twin, after I'm gone?'
'Always.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Klara and the Sun

“Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn’t erase it.”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Who am I? Who am I?”
“You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

"And who are you?"
"I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“And he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been, for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child, with all of a child's whims and wants and insecurities, for the privilege of behaving badly and being forgiven, for the luxury of tenderness, of fondness, of being served a meal and being made to eat it, for the ability, at last, at last, of believing a parent's reassurances, of believing that to someone he is special despite all his mistakes and hatefulness, because of all his mistakes and hatefulness.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“I didn't want to die, but now I needed to figure out how to turn my life into one I wanted to live.”
― Madison Beer, The Half of It: A Memoir

“Words are weapons that you can't unspeak.”
― Madison Beer, The Half of It: A Memoir

“I love you like all-fire.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“The snow may fall, but the sun also rises.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I know that every year for my birthday, I will get a new pair of tributes, one girl and one boy, to mentor to their deaths. Another sunrise on the reaping.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I guess that’s my answer. A sister is someone you fight with and fight for. Tooth and nail.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Good-bye, Maysilee Donner, who I loathed, then grudgingly respected, then loved. Not as a sweetheart or even a friend. A sister, I’d said. But what is that exactly? I think about our journey — everything from sniping with her in those early days after the reaping to battling those pink birds. I guess that’s my answer. A sister is someone you fight with and fight for. Tooth and nail.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“It’s okay, Maysilee, nothing they can take from you was ever worth keeping.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Sure. I'll be your sister.'
Our hands reach out at the same time, clasp, and then release.
''Night, Sis”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“The ice cream jogs my memory. We’re in the kitchen at the tribute apartment and Prosperpina’s been blubbering about her grade. Her sister, Effie told her a positive attitude’s ninety-seven percent of the battle. And Maysilee . . . Maysilee had said . . .
“I’ll try to keep that in mind in the arena. More ice cream?”
Mags and I tried not to laugh, because Prosperpina wasn’t born evil; she just had a lot of unlearning to do.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Listen, Louella, if you let them treat you like an animal, they will. So don’t let them.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks.
"Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.
"Not if I keep looking at you," he says.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“I don’t want to talk about dying songbirds. They bring up thoughts of my father’s death and Rue’s death and Maysilee Donner’s death and my mother inheriting her songbird. Oh, great, and now I’m thinking of Gale, deep down in that horrible mine, with President Snow’s threat hanging over his head. So easy to make it look like an accident down there. A silent canary, a spark, and nothing more.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“its former owner was Madge’s aunt, Maysilee Donner, a tribute who was murdered in the arena.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire