Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
Suzanne CollinsThey're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
Suzanne CollinsPeeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words arenโt for me. โWith my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a babyโs skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.
Suzanne Collins