Kendra

“I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up, I stomp back onto the beach, turn my face upward and snap, "Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin."

It's almost funny how quickly the parachute appears above me. I reach up and the tube lands squarely in my open hand.

"About time" I say, but I can't keep the scowl on my face. Haymitch. What I wouldn't give for five minutes of conversation with him.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Sookie," Eric said. I didn't think he'd heard a word. "Yield to me."
Well, that was pretty direct.”
― Charlaine Harris, Living Dead in Dallas

“They were sixteen and even the snow was happy that morning, falling soap-bubble light and landing on cold cheeks as though the flakes were gently trying to wake someone they loved. She stood in front of him with January in her hair, and he was lost.”
― Fredrik Backman, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.”
― Amy Bloom