Allison

“Sometimes you will never know the value of something,until it becomes a memory.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Well, perhaps I’ll plead guilty to that!” said Lucky with a chortle. “Hold on, what’s this?” He reached behind Dean Highbottom’s ear and pulled out a small, flat candy with bright stripes. “I believe this is yours.” He presented it to Dean Highbottom, the colors smearing his damp palm. Dean Highbottom made no move to take it. “My goodness. Where did that come from, Lucky?” “Secrets of the trade,” said Lucky with a knowing grin. “Secrets of the trade.” Cars were waiting to carry them back to the Academy, and Coriolanus found himself with Felix and Dean Highbottom. The two seemed to know each other socially, and they largely ignored Coriolanus while they caught up on gossip. It gave him time to reflect on what Dean Highbottom had said about the people in the districts. That they were essentially the equals of those in the Capitol, only worse off materially. It was a somewhat radical idea for the dean to be putting out there. Certainly, the Grandma’am and many others would reject it, and”
― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

“Information wants to be free.”
― Stewart Brand

“We live in a world where joy and empathy and pleasure are all around us, there for the noticing.”
― Ira Glass