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  • #1
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #2
    Suzanne Collins
    “You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.
    "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #3
    Suzanne Collins
    “What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #4
    Suzanne Collins
    “I must have loved you a lot.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #5
    Suzanne Collins
    “You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #6
    Suzanne Collins
    “There are much worse games to play.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #7
    Suzanne Collins
    “I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
    His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #8
    Suzanne Collins
    “Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #9
    Suzanne Collins
    “I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #10
    Suzanne Collins
    “I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #11
    Suzanne Collins
    “That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #12
    Suzanne Collins
    “I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.

    “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

    “I can’t,” he says.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #13
    Suzanne Collins
    “At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"
    "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
    "Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
    "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."
    "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
    But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
    Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #14
    Suzanne Collins
    “Katniss. I remember about the bread.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #15
    Suzanne Collins
    “She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "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, you stupid cat. She's dead.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #16
    Suzanne Collins
    “But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #20
    Madeline Miller
    “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #21
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #22
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #23
    Madeline Miller
    “That is — your friend?"
    "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #24
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #25
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #26
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “What a strange constellation they all were.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #27
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “You're asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me," Gansey said. "Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her. Why?”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #28
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “To think you could have been dreaming the cure for cancer," Blue said. "Look, Sargent," Ronan retorted, "I was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine's doing jack shit for you, but I nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you're welcome."
    Blue was appropriately touched. "Ah, thanks, man."
    "No problem, bro.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #29
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Noah crouched over Gansey's body. He said, for the last time, 'You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.'
    Gansey died.
    'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.'
    He quietly slid from time.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #30
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Trees in your eyes ... Stars in your heart.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King



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