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  • #1
    J.K. Rowling
    “There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
    "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!"
    Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
    "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"
    "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?"
    "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #2
    Suzanne Collins
    “But his arms are there to comfort me, and eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. 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. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #3
    J.K. Rowling
    “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “Not my daughter, you bitch!”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #5
    J.K. Rowling
    “Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
    "After all this time?"
    "Always," said Snape.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #6
    Suzanne Collins
    “It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me."
    Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. "No. I don't want to. . ."
    I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
    His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #7
    Suzanne Collins
    “I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #8
    J.K. Rowling
    “A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:
    "Avada Kedavra!"
    "Expelliarmus!"
    The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #10
    J.K. Rowling
    “And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.
    'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!'
    And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #11
    Suzanne Collins
    “I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #12
    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

  • #13
    J.K. Rowling
    “He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #14
    J.K. Rowling
    “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #15
    Suzanne Collins
    “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, Mockingjay

  • #16
    Suzanne Collins
    “Remember?" he asks. "This is where you kissed me."
    So the heavy dose of morphling administered after the whipping wasn't enough to erase that from his consciousness. "I didn't think you'd remember that," I say.
    "Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then," he tells me. "Maybe I'll be like that man in 'The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It's a surprising flavour for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. "I knew you'd kiss me."
    "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself.
    "Because I'm in pain," he says. "That's the only way I get your attention." He picks up the box. "Don't worry, Katniss. It'll pass." He leaves me before I can answer.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #17
    Suzanne Collins
    “Now we're in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated. 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

  • #18
    Suzanne Collins
    “I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains steady as she croons to Buttercup. "It's all right, baby, it's all right. We'll be OK down there."
    My mother wraps her arms around us. I allow myself to feel young for a moment and rest my head on her shoulder.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #19
    Suzanne Collins
    “Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #20
    Suzanne Collins
    “Today I might lose both of them.
    I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #21
    Suzanne Collins
    “Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #24
    Marc Levy
    “Il y a des journées illuminées de petites choses, des riens du tout qui vous rendent incroyablement heureux ; un après-midi à chiner, un jouet qui surgit de l’enfance sur l’étal d’un brocanteur, une main qui s’attache à la votre, un appel que l’on attendait pas, une parole douce, vote enfant qui vous prend dans ses bras sans rien vous demander d’autre qu’un moment d’amour. Il y a des journées illuminées de petits moments de grâce, une odeur qui vous met l’âme en joie, un rayon de soleil qui entre par la fenêtre, le bruit de l’averse alors qu’on est encore au lit, les trottoirs enneigés ou l’arrivée du printemps et ses premiers bourgeons.”
    Marc Levy, Le premier jour

  • #25
    Marc Levy
    “La mémoire est aussi paresseuse qu’hypocrite, elle ne retient que les meilleurs et les pires souvenirs, les temps forts, jamais la mesure du quotidien, qu’elle efface.”
    Marc Levy, Le premier jour

  • #26
    Suzanne Collins
    “Nonetheless, after we've dropped off the birds and volunteered to go back to the woods to gather kindling for the evening fire, I find myself wrapped in his arms. His lips brushing the faded bruises on my neck, working their way to my mouth. Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or I'll never go back to him. I'll stay in 2 until it falls, go to the Capitol and kill Snow, and then die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me. So in the fading light I shut my eyes and kiss Gale to make up for all the kisses I've withheld, and because it doesn't matter any more, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
    Gale's touch and taste and heat remind me that at least my body's still alive, and for the moment it's a welcome feeling. I empty my mind and let the sensations run through my flesh, happy to lose myself.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #27
    Marc Levy
    “Perdre quelqu'un qu'on a aimé est terrible, mais le pire serait de ne pas l'avoir rencontré.”
    Marc Levy, Le premier jour

  • #28
    Suzanne Collins
    “They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #29
    Suzanne Collins
    “I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #30
    Suzanne Collins
    “So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask.
    Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks.
    "Whatever it takes to break you.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay



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