Quotes from Suzanne Collins

U meni je ve? mnogo vatre. Ono što mi je potrebno je mnasla?ak u prolje?e. Jarko žuta boja ponovnog ra?anja, a n euništenja. Obe?anje da se život može nastaviti, bez obzira koliko teški bili naši gubitci. Da opet može biti lijep.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow. Not very pretty daydreams for a seventeen-year-old girl, I guess, but very satisfying.

Convince me, he says. He drops the napkin and retrieves his book. I don't watch him as he heads for the door, so I flinch when he whispers in my ear. By the way, I know about the kiss. Then the door clicks shut behind him.

For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments

How is he?" "He's a royal pain, frankly. He eats three times as much as the rest of us, yet he can't seem to get the knack of hunting. If we don't feed him he whines. So, of course, we do feed him and then he grows another six inches and whines louder.

He wished he had some bread crumbs or something to leave a trail. Of course, if he had bread crumbs, he wouldn't be looking for food. Just sitting around eating bread crumbs. Whatever.

It was building up in his chest, that long guttural howl reserved for real emergencies — like when you ran into a saber-toothed tiger without your club, or your fire went out during the Ice Age.

She's really gone, then...Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly...

We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving.

The idea that I've wounded the brute's tiny cat feelings just invites further taunting. But Prim's genuinely distressed for him. So instead, I visualize Buttercup's fur lining a pair of gloves, an image that has helped me deal with him over the years.

Oh, a good deal, I think. 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?

I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.

So in the fading light I shut my eyes and kiss Gale to make up for all the kisses I've withheld, and because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

Panem et circenses quiere decir «pan y circo». El que lo escribió se refería a que, a cambio de tener la barriga llena y entretenimiento, su gente había renunciado a sus responsabilidades políticas y, por tanto, a su poder.

Quiero que el publico te reconozca cuando estes en el estadio-dice Cinna en tono soñador- :Katniss, la chica en llamas.

Where's lover boy, huh? Still hanging on?

But what is a slingshot against a 220 pound male with a sword?

Above all I am hoping for trees, which may afford me some means of concealment and food and shelter. Often there are trees because barren landscapes are dull and the Games resolve too quickly without them.

Dead, but not allowed to die.

Asadar, ce-ar trebui sa facem cu ultimele noastre cateva zile? - Nu vreau decat sa-mi petrec fiecare minut din restul vietii mele cu tine, raspunde el.

I think she is relieved by Haymitch's absence, and who can blame her?

I'm surprised that the next speaker is Boggs, who I think of as a muscular robot that does Coin's bidding. "When she sang the song. While the little girl died." Somewhere in my head an image surfaces of Boggs with a young boy perched up on his hip. In the dining hall, I think. Maybe he's not a robot after all.

Tucking my knees up to my chin, I wait for death. Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life. Then the ants bore into my eyes and I black out.

You know, sometimes I do hear funny things on that side. Things you wouldn't ordinarily think have a sound. Like insect wings. Or snow hitting the ground." Perfect. Now all the attention will turn to the surgeons who fixed my deaf ear after the Games last year, and they'll have to explain why I can hear like a bat.