Quotes from Suzanne Collins

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy," said Vikus. "Oh, I see," said Gregor. "So, when's he coming?" Vikus fixed his eyes on Gregor. "I believe he is already here.

En algún momento hay que dejar de correr y hacerles frente a tus enemigos, lo difícil es reunir el valor suficiente para hacerlo.

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch.

Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

The ability to control things. Yes, that was what he'd loved best of all.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

No, true story," Peeta says. "And I said, 'A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?' And he said, 'Because when he sings... even the birds stop to listen.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would've thought she'd murdered someone from the looks she got.

Start with that. Chaos. No control, no law, no government at all. Like being in the arena. Where do we go from there? What sort of agreement is necessary if we're to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?

Deberías despertarme -le digo, porque yo interrumpo su sueño dos o tres veces cuando tengo una noche mala hasta que logra calmarme de nuevo. -No hace falta, mis pesadillas suelen ser sobre perderte, así que se me pasa cuando me doy cuenta de que estás a mi lado.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it.

my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. 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.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?

it is a perfect weapon

My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.