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Fuglen, nålen, sangen, bærene, uret, kjeksen, kjolen som gikk opp i flammer. Jeg er spottekråken. Den som overlevde på tross av Capitols planer. Selve symbolet på opprøret.
Det var faen meg uvirkelig, der kom hun, med en lapp hengende fra halsen hvor det sto "Jeg reiser alene" og jeg tenkte ja, det gjør vi virkelig alle sammen, og hun, det lille ekornet, skulle altså være datteren min?
Det er tre typer mennesker som er kreative: Fulle folk, forelska folk, og fattige folk.
Z squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to relive the past... or look too closely at the present. He was in danger of losing Bella. Again. And it was his fault. Again. "I love you..." he whispered. "Oh, God, please don't leave me..."
Rasul popped up at my elbow. He smiled when I jumped. Those vamps. Gotta love their sense of humor.
She leaned forward again. "My dad always said that when you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through."
Good thing he never cried or his cheeks would be wet as stones in a river. - Vishous
Man kan ei telle månene som glitrer over hennes tak, Ei heller de tusen strålende soler som skjuler seg bak hennes murer.
Bill was around one hundred thirtyfive years old: Eric was perhaps over a thousand. (I had asked him once, but he honestly didn't seem to know.) Eric had the personality for leadership. Bill was happier on his own. The only thing they had in common was that they'd both made love to me: and just at the moment, they were both pains in my butt. - Sookie
"Skal jeg løpe å hente den dragen til deg?" Adamseplet steg og sank når han svelget. Vinden blåste i håret hans. Jeg syntes jeg så ham nikke. "For deg, tusen ganger til," hørte jeg meg selv si. Så snudde jeg meg og løp.
Det satt to små unger foran meg, lykkelige over å fortelle far hvor mange bakteriestappa tyggisklyser de har plukket fra asfalten og stappa i munnen. Vettet hadde reist på ferie og sendt idiotiet for å passe huset.
He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.