Quotes from Suzanne Collins

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? "Don't have to. He's already there.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.

When I was young, I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger for several years.

Whatever the truth is, I don't see how it will help me get food on the table.

It's embarrassing to admit how many times I've reread the following: 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,' '1984,' 'Lord of the Flies,' 'The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter,' 'Germinal,' 'We Have Always Lived in the Castle,' and 'A Moveable Feast.'

I loved 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.' I read it later as an adult, but I loved 'We Have Always Lived in a Castle.' And that brings you around to 'The Lottery.' You can't pretend - it's a lottery in which you draw a name and people die. That's a short story, but it's such an incredible short story.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I'm certain I love?

We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.