Quotes from Suzanne Collins

A pod's activated ahead of us, releasing a gush of steam that parboils everyone in its path, leaving the victims intestine-pink and very dead.

But even if all of us meet terrible ends, something happened on that stage tonight that can't be undone. We victors staged our own uprising, and maybe, just maybe, the Capitol won't be able to contain this one.

Haymitch plummets off the stage and knocks himself unconscious. He's disgusting, but I'm grateful. With every camera gleefully trained on him,

I can't help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not just beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. 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. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

Let's start with something more basic. Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine...but I don't know what your favorite color is?

I am going back into the arena.

Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Su cara toma una expresión especial cuando se concentra. Su expresión habitualmente relajada es reemplazada por algo más intenso y lejano que sugiere todo un mundo encerrado dentro de él.

About halfway through my glass of wine, my head starts feeling foggy, so I change to water instead. I don't like the feeling and hope it wears off soon. How Haymitch can stand walking around like this full-time is a mystery.

Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You being from the coal district. But I said, and this was very clever of me, I said, 'Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!'" Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond

What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back. "Then it's like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count.

No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the disctricts. And you...in Thirteen...Dead by morning!

E tu, ragazza di fuoco? Hai qualche segreto che valga il mio tempo?

And then it hits me. They already have. They have kiled her father in those wretched mines. They have sat by as she almost starved to death. They have chosen her as a tribute, then made her watch her sister fight to the death in the Games. She has been hurt far worse than I had at the age of twelve. And even that pales in comparison with Rue's life.

And now Coin, with her fistful of precious nukes and her well-oiled machine of a district, finding it's even harder to groom a Mockingjay than to catch one.

But that means the pups are starving to death, too. Not just the big rats," said Gregor. "Doesn't that bother you?" "Of course it bothers me!" Mareth shook his head and sighed. "It is so hard for you to know what it is like for us here, Gregor.

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

Things pick up for me once they've announced two tributes from the same district can live and I shout out Peeta's name and then clap my hands over my mouth.

No lo entiende —dice Peeta, dirigiéndose a Haymitch y poniendo los ojos en blanco—. No entiende el efecto que ejerce en los demás.

That he knows the audience will be wondering why he hasn't used the most persuasive argument in his arsenal. That sponsors must be manipulated.

We both know they have to have a victor. It can only be one of us. Please, take it. For me.

I can only manage to hold on to one simple thought: an image of Snow's face accompanied by the whisper in my head. I will kill you.

No saben qué, Katniss? ¿Que los tributos (que son los verdaderos niños de esta historia, no tu trío de raros) se ven obligados a luchar hasta morir? ¿Que ibas a la arena para entretener a la gente? ¿Era eso un gran secreto en el Capitolio?

I'm being erased, he thought. And to erase me, they must erase the Games.