Quotes from Suzanne Collins

As soon as I'm in the trees, I retrieve a bow and sheath of arrows from a hollow log.

To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are still on. We have left the arena, but since Peeta and I weren't killed, his last wish to preserve my life still stands.

Trust is important." "I think it's more important than love. I mean, I love all kinds of things I don't trust. Thunderstorms... white liquor... snakes. Sometimes I think I love them because I can't trust them, and how mixed up is that?

Cinna, it seems, has thought of everything.

Johanna, frankly, I could easily kill if it came down to protecting Peeta. Or maybe even just to shut her up.

Maybe we'll both be allowed to live — if I play it right — to watch the Games go on. . . .

Besides I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot.

What does he mean, to drive them to a place that allows no return?

really I'm thinking about Plutarch showing off his pretty, one-of-a-kind watch to me. There was something strange about it. Almost clandestine. But why? Maybe he thinks someone else will steal his idea of putting a disappearing mockingjay on a watch face. Yes, he probably paid a fortune for it and now he can't show it to anyone because he's afraid someone will make a cheap, knockoff version. Only in the Capitol.

it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly — as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me — then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

grateful to find it soaked in sweat,

La cola de necessitat mútua que ens mantenia enganxats amb força durant tots aquells anys s'està desfent. En l'espai entre tots dos, ara hi ha taques negres en comptes de llum.

Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will kill him before I do. Of course, the odds have not been very dependable of late.

District 7. Lumber. I bet she's been tossing around axes since she could toddle.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it's soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

Let me die. Let me follow the others,

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.

becoming overrun with refugees. At this rate, Tigris may have new houseguests by lunch. It was good for everybody that we got out when we did. It's brighter now, even with the snow

hunt nearby. The tree

Tigris had said to trust her, and he did. Only his cousin's cleverness with a needle had saved him so far.

You're cold." Taking a spare blanket from the foot of the bed, she wraps it around all three of us, enveloping me in her warmth and Buttercup's furry heat as well. "You could tell me, you know. I'm good at keeping secrets. Even from Mother." She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window.

and I try to return to the deep to make sense of them. But there's no going back. Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

For the first time, I feel a flicker of hope rising up in me.