Quotes from Suzanne Collins

She listened to her heart above all the other voices.

So this is where stylists go when they've outlived their use. To sad theme underwear shops where they wait for death.

How despicable we must seem to you

it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

He hastily calls Finnick and Haymitch over and they have a brief but intense conversation that I can see Haymitch isn't happy with. Plutarch seems to win – Finnick's pale but nodding his head by the end of it. As Finnick moves to take my seat before the camera, Haymitch tells him, "You don't have to do this." "Yes, I do. If it will help her.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.

I am determined to avenge her, to make her loss unforgettable, and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable.

I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone.

You can torture us, bombard us, set fire to our districts. But you see that? Fire is catching. And if we burn, you burn with us.

Maybe they are militaristic, overly programmed, and somewhat lacking in a sense of humor.

Finnick was someone bought and sold. A district slave. A handsome one, certainly, but in reality, harmless. Who would he tell? And who would believe him if he did? But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

So this is how a war starts.... Not with two armies facing off, waiting for the signal to charge.... It begins much more quietly. In a room, on a field, in a remote tunnel when someone who has power decides the time has come.

One thing about us, since I bring our food home on a daily basis, most of it is so fresh you have to make sure it isn't going to make a run for it.

Una última vez? ¿Para la audiencia? —me dice, no en tono enfadado, sino hueco, lo que es mucho peor. El chico del pan empieza a alejarse de mí. Lo cojo de la mano con fuerza, preparándome para las cámaras y temiendo el momento en que no me quede más remedio que dejarlo marchar.

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

He shoved her away, dropping the ax, and tore something from the back of his neck. His hand shot into the air, fingers gripped tightly around the bright pink snake.

Remember. I'm still betting on you girl on fire

But, even if there aren't, there's no Capital. And that's the main thing for me, isn't it? Not this district or that. Not student or Peacekeeper. It's living in a place where they can't control my life.

Fine, than I will not have to blame you for killing my friends with your stupidity. -Haymitch

I force myself to take deep, slow breaths, feeling quite certain the cameras are on my face. I can't show weakness at this injury. Not if I want help. Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

People have gone wild," Cressida murmurs. We

That's the one thing I think my head doctor might be right about. There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.