Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Por qué no duermes un poco? -me dice. Porque no puedo soportar las pesadillas, no sin ti, pienso.

Me pilló completamente por sorpresa. Después de todo el tiempo que había pasado con Gale, de observar cómo hablaba, se reía, fruncía el ceño, cabría esperar que supiese todo lo que había que saber de sus labios. Sin embargo, no me había imaginado el calor que desprendían al unirse a los míos. Ni que aquellas manos, las manos que podían montar la más intrincada de las trampas también pudiera atraparme a mí con la misma facilidad.

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.

Recuerda que estamos locamente enamorados, así que puedes besarme cuando quieras..

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

no matter his advantages, Hilarius always seemed to feel oppressed.

I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to...to show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games

He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.

Over the course of the last five years, the lake's remarkably unchanged and I'm almost unrecognizable.

Certos passos você tem de dar sozinho.

She's a survivor, that one.

Your dress has been a big hit in the Capitol!" "Has it? Well, the Covey love color, and me more than most. But this was my mama's, so it's extra special to me," she said. "She in District Twelve?" Lepidus asked. "Just her bones, darling. Just her pearly white bones.

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.

My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.

Apunta más alto por si te quedas corta.

Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire!

A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

Well, you know what they say. The show's not over until the mockingjay sings," she said.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots. And yet, in an odd way, I know they're sincerely trying to help me.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

If I can make it clear that I'm still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?