Quotes from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“Allow me to translate, Twitchtip said, not even bothering to move. "She said if you don't stop your incessant babble, that big rat sitting in the boat next to you will rip your head off.”
― Suzanne Collins, quote from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“You come up and read books?” asked Gregor. “Read them, eat them, whatever mood strikes me,”
― Suzanne Collins, quote from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“Any rats around?” asked Gregor. “Just the one on my back,” said Ares.”
― Suzanne Collins, quote from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“Luxa stood up, her face paler than usual. She went to her cousin, sat beside him, and put her arms around him. Pressing her forehead into his shoulder, she said, “She will fly with you always. You know this. She will fly with you always.”
― Suzanne Collins, quote from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“Everything bad was worse at the holidays, he knew that from the years of his dad’s absence. All around you were people in an extra-happy mood, and it just made your own hurt bigger.”
― Suzanne Collins, quote from Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

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― Mario Vargas Llosa, quote from The Time of the Hero

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