Quotes from Suzanne Collins

My mother was beautiful once too. Or so they tell me. -Katniss

The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.

While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking only of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

And the law required enforcement, and that was where control came in. Without the control to enforce the contract, chaos reigned. The power that controlled needed to be greater than the people – otherwise they would challenge it.

Pensando como tu presa...es donde encontrarás sus vulnerabilidades

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.

I give up. Stop speaking, responding, refuse food and water. They can pump whatever they want into my arm, but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me.

La gente amable consigue abrirse paso hasta mí y quedárseme dentro, y

you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," he says. "I would never be happy again." I

Look what I shot." Gale holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stuck in it, and I laugh.

Stone conquers people every time.

Katniss, the girl who was on fire.

Tigris had said to trust her, and he did. Only his cousin's cleverness with a needle had saved him so far. Still,

Wanna blow Lover Boy one last kiss?

El fuego se propaga! -grito, decidida a que oiga todas y cada una de mis palabras-. ¡Y si nosotros ardemos, tú arderás con nosotros!

Sigues intentando protegerme. ¿Real o no?- susurra. -Real- respondo; quizás deba explicarlo mejor - Porque eso es lo que nosotros dos hacemos: nos protegemos el uno al otro

Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing,

I buoni hanno un modo tutto loro di entrarmi nel cuore e metterci le radici. E non posso lasciare che lo faccia Peeta. Non dove stiamo andando

Watching the bright pages of his picture books — the very ones he'd pored over with his mother — reduced to ashes had never failed to bring him to tears. But better off sad than dead.

Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars and the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them. But

Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too. Like your electricity trap in the arena? I ask. Exactly. And see how well that worked out? says Beetee. Well...not really, I think.

They might. But you're playing on their natural instincts to flee danger. Thinking like your prey . . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities,

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together again as it does to fall apart. ~Finnick