As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick. "No, it doesn't," says Finnick… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
