#mocking

There's a tradition in British intellectual life of mocking any non-political force that gets involved in politics, especially within the sphere of the arts and the theatre. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#arts #british #especially #force #gets

All parents should be aware that when they mock or curse gay people, they may be mocking or cursing their own child. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#child #curse #cursing #gay #may

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful? ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#beautiful #been #chimney #does #hoot

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other." He's right. We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #coin #collins #dead #end

Well, I think that if you sincerely try to imagine what life is like for another person - not in a mocking way, not in a satirical way, but in a sincere, compassionate way - I don't think that's exploitive. ↗

— Curtis Sittenfeld

#compassionate #i #i think #imagine #life

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #mockingjay #the-hunger-games #hunger

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #meaning #mocking-jay #peeta #spolier

The question is, what are you going to do?" It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #mockingjay #the-hunger-games #katniss

Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #the-hunger-games #katniss

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#lonely #mockingjay #katniss