Destroying things is much easier than making them. - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

"Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there."

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

"It's old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today."

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

"He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever."