Quotes from Suzanne Collins

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. Running.

Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

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. . . . The list. It still seems too small. I should try to think bigger,

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

I will kill you.

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free?

keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

He's . . . he's having concentration problems," I answer. I don't want to say he had a complete mental meltdown.

Michael Collins, who laid the groundwork for this series with his deep commitment to educating his children on war and peace,

You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain.

A bomb explodes. Time is allowed for people to rush to the aid of the wounded. Then a second, more powerful bomb kills them as well.

A good clean shot to end it all. Only there's no arrow, no bullet. Is it possible he can't see me? No. Above us, on the giant screens placed around the City Circle, everyone can watch the whole thing being played out. He sees, he knows, but he doesn't follow through. Just as I didn't when he was captured. Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us. I'm on my own.

Sometimes I listen to them and sometimes I just watch the perfect line of Coin's hair and try to decide if it's a wig.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing. The woods always look different at night.

I begin to regret those last dozen oysters.

Si es mor, mai no acabaré de tornar a casa, realment. Em passaré la resta de la vida en aquesta arena, mirant de sortir-ne.

I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm The final lines are barely audible. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.

Los cerebros jóvenes a veces compensan la falta de experiencia con su idealismo.

become the actual leader, the face, the voice, the embodiment of the revolution. The person

I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,

No vas a dejarme sola –insisto, porque si muere, en realidad nunca volveré a casa, me pasaré el resto de mi vida en este campo de batalla, intentando encontrar la salida.

it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back.

think . . . you still have no idea. The effect you can have." He slides his cuffs up the support and pushes himself to a sitting position. "None