“I don’t want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.” Peeta says. “I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no selfpity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on…. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after, But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind."
"Aussi, par le fait seul qu’il fait partie d’une foule organisée, l’homme descend de plusieurs degrés sur l’échelle de la civilisation. Isolé, c’était peut-être un individu cultivé, en foule c’est un barbare, c’est-à-dire un instinctif. Il a la spontanéité, la violence, la férocité, et aussi les enthousiasmes et les héroïsmes des êtres primitifs. […] L’individu en foule est un grain de sable au milieu d’autres grains de sable que le vent soulève à son gré."
"Ce que je redoute le plus, je crois, c’est la mort de l’imagination. Quand le ciel, dehors, se contente d’être rose, et les toits des maisons noirs : cet esprit photographique qui, paradoxalement, dit la vérité, mais la vérité vaine, sur le monde."
"I do not believe that just because you’re opposed to abortion, that that makes you pro-life. In fact, I think in many cases, your morality is deeply lacking if all you want is a child born but not a child fed, not a child educated, not a child housed. And why would I think that you don’t? Because you don’t want any tax money to go there. That’s not pro-life. That’s pro-birth. We need a much broader conversation on what the morality of pro-life is."
I vote we stop using the term “pro-life” and change to “pro-birth”, and every time someone asks “What does that mean?”, you can explain this and the other racialized, classist, misogynist, body policing, rape culture reinforcing bullshit behind “pro-life” dogma.