No language can fitly express the meanness, the baseness, the brutality, with which the world has ever treated its victims of one… — Edwin Percy Whipple Copy Share Image
Johanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. “How’d you lose Mags?” “In the fog. Finnick had Peeta.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Let the massacres remind us to turn down our political volume and venom. — Phillip Adams Copy Share Image
