Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Don't worry. I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself." . . . and I'm afraid he has hurt himself beyond repair.

Oh, he's on top of it. It was volunteer only, but he pretended not to notice me waving my hand in the air," says Haymitch. "See? He's already demonstrated good judgment.

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

And May The Odds Ever Be In Your Favor!

She'll be rabid if she thinks she missed something this important." "Or not," I mutter, since she's always pretty much rabid,

on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do.

Oh, they'll find him a job. Tattoo it on his paw every morning," I say.

The absence of water intensifies my thirst.

My mother buries herself in her work. Having no work,grief buries me.

we tributes trained to gather fish and lumber and coal? What do we know about harnessing power from the sky?

A hush in the trees. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But no birds, mockingjay or other. Peeta's right. They do fall silent when I sing. Just as

Are you, are you... Coming to the tree? Where they strung up a man they say who murdered three Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the Hanging Tree

tells of the history of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America. He lists the disasters, the droughts, the storms, the fires, the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained.

We stop before a grimy storefront filled with mannequins in furry underwear.

Instead,I watched myself get shot on tv

Peeta might have done a lot of damage tonight.

a third gets eaten by a pack of those fluffy squirrels,

think that; I know I should be grateful for the way we have been welcomed. Sick, wounded, starving, and empty-handed. Still, I can never get around the fact that District 13 was

only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

The headache's coming on and my thoughts begin to tangle. I shut my eyes and start to recite silently. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is alive. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive.

my mother snatched the rope necklaces away and was yelling at my father.

Want a sugar cube?" he says, offering his hand, which is piled high. "They're supposed to be for the horses, but

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely he is dead. It is probably best if he is dead. . . . "Katniss.

Sitting at Prim's knees, guarding her, is the world's ugliest cat. Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash. Prim named him Buttercup, insisting that his muddy yellow coat matched the bright flower. He hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think he still remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket when Prim brought him home.