Max

“I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

“They lay there for a few seconds, in the dark, in the future, listening to the fabulous clockwork of their hearts and lungs, and loving each other”
― Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

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

“So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire