“Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”

“I sat before my typewriter and the great awful void descended, and I beat my head with my fists, put a pillow under my aching buttocks and made little noises of agony.”

“Before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.”

“I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.”

“I seriously needed an extra-strength magic pillow, because my ba refused to stay put. [And no, Sadie, I don't think wrapping my head in duct tape would've worked either. ]”

“Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.”

“I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation… "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.”

“Only when I heard her bedroom door open and close did I give in to my beast instincts and do a wild animal dance around the room.”

“Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.”

“It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.”