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“Here's some advice. Stay alive," says Haymitch, and then bursts out laughing. I exchange a look with Peeta before I remember that I'm having nothing more to do with him. I'm surprised to see the hardness in his eyes. He generally seems so mild. 'That's very funny,' says Peeta. Suddenly, he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. 'Only not to us.' Haymitch considers this a moment, then punches Peeta in the jaw, knocking him from his chair. When he turns back to reach for the spirits, I drive my knife into the table between his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers. I brace myself to deflect his hit, but it doesn't come. Instead, he sits back and squints at us. 'Well, what's this?' says Haymitch. 'Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?”

“I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down. Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. That's when the stories show up in me. They find me all the time. They're made of underdogs and fighters. They're made of hunger and desire and trying to live decent. The only trouble is, I don't know which of those stories comes first. Maybe they all just merge into one. We'll see, I guess. I'll let you know when I decide.”

“Today the so called "rich and successful people" don't know about my writings. But one day they will have to read my writings and awaken from their slumber of turpitude. My poetry is not mainstream. My novel was about strugglers. I have never been to any literary meet. I have never been on stage for any event related to literature. Because I feel all these discussions and events are trivial to the cause of writing. A writer must write not attend events. I am the voice for the strugglers and fighters of our world. They need my words to express their anger and frustration against a cruel world. I stand up for the strugglers and the underprivileged people of our world. The world will be ruined by the "successful and rich people." It is time the "rich and successful people" make amends.”

“You have to conquer every mountain to fulfill the dream.”

“I am the voice of struggle and revolution.” ― Avijeet Das My poetry is not mainstream. My stories are about struggle. I am the voice of struggle and revolution. I represent the strugglers and fighters of the world. My words express anger and frustration against a cruel world. The world will be ruined by the "rich and successful people." Amassing wealth seems to be the prerogative of these "rich and successful people." And they are bent on filling their coffers with more and more money at the cost of the environment and betterment of the world. The disparity between the haves and the have-nots have now grown to gargantuan proportions, and this disparity will spark revolutions in the coming days. It is time the "rich and successful people" make amends.”

“I am the voice of struggle and revolution.” ― Avijeet Das My poetry is not mainstream. My stories are about struggle. I am the voice of struggle and revolution. I represent the strugglers and fighters of the world. My words express anger and frustration against a cruel world. The world will be ruined by the "rich and successful people." Amassing wealth seems to be the prerogative of these "rich and successful people." And they are bent on filling their coffers with more and more money at the cost of the environment and betterment of the world. The disparity between the haves and the have-nots have now grown to gargantuan proportions, and this disparity will spark revolutions in the coming days. It is time the "rich and successful people" made amends.”

“Jack walked me through the garden, naming plants and flowers with dizzying speed: blue spruce, hydrangea, and boxwood gave winter interest to the garden. Quaking aspen and Boston ivy grew along the fence. Pink Spike and Crimson Queen Japanese maple added colorful purple foliage along with First Love speedwell and panicled hydrangeas. "These plants are fighters," he said. "Even without any nurturing, they've managed to flourish. They do what it takes to survive.”