Quotes from Suzanne Collins

we both know the other's survival means our own death

No one really needs me...I do I need you" Peeta and Katniss

at least he would ensure survival for survival's sake, giving them a chance to evolve. What else could humanity hope for? Really, it should thank him.

Distraction seems to be the last thing Finnick needs,

Why bother pinching pennies when the dollars had fled long ago?

How you've both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district." Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter.

motivated by his desire to keep her alive and his anger at the Gamemakers' negligence. An argument could be made for basic decency there.

I can't help feeling a little grateful since the last thing I want to do is strip down Haymitch, wash the vomit out of his chest hair, and tuck him into bed.

Billy Taupe had crossed her, and he'd ended up dead.

People were easy to manipulate when it came to their children. So pleased to see them pleased.

Smells like home.

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

Cuando me despierto del todo.. me pesa todo el cuerpo, como si me corriese plomo líquido por las venas.

Do you hear that, Coriolanus? It's the sound of Snow falling.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.

Of course, the odds have not been very dependable of late.

Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.

Por qué hizo falta que fuera lastimado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta? Porque soy egoísta. Soy una cobarde. Soy el tipo de chica que, cuando podría ser útil de verdad, huiría para seguir con vida y abandonaría a los que no la pudieran seguir para que sufrieran y murieran..

I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale gray nothingness that is all my future holds.

They appear in the doorway, holding tea and toast, their faces filled with concern. I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears. So much for being strong.

Remember, girl on fire," he says, "I'm still betting on you." He

Safe to do what?" he says in a gentler tone. "Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping? You haven't hurt people — you've given them an opportunity.

At the word trident, it's as if the old Finnick surfaces.