Quotes from Jessica Miller

I wish I could keep a scrap of fog in my pocket for whenever the weather got oppressively nice.

It is true no one except me can see her or hear her, but that doesn't mean I dreamed her up. [...] But if she's not imaginary, she's not quite real either.

When your heart is beating too quick with nerves, there's nothing like the rhythm of a poem to bring it right again. When you fill your mind with words - beautiful words, stirring words- those words drive away your other worries.

When Coin proposes a new Hunger Games, the significance of her name becomes crystal clear: she may be female to Snow's male, but they're two sides of the same coin.

But there is one good thing about hearing your deepest fear spoken out loud - nothing else that made you afraid before will ever seem so large or terrible again.