Max

“That’s when I see Lenore Dove. She’s up on a ridge, her red dress plastered to her body, one hand clutching the bag of gumdrops. As the train passes, she tilts her head back and wails her loss and rage into the wind. And even though it guts me, even though I smash my fists into the glass until they bruise, I’m grateful for her final gift. That she’s denied Plutarch the chance to broadcast our farewell. The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“My dreams are nothing I want to remember, full of people I must never forget. I visit death after death. It's a relief to be woken up.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up. Because the world doesn’t have to be so terrifying. That’s on people, not the world.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“but the walls of a person’s heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping