Suzanne Collins Quotes

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not."

Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

Fine, than I will not have to blame you for killing my friends with your stupidity. -Haymitch

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.

The star-crossed lovers

Okay, listen to me, you're stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that's all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.

I don’t want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen

Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.