Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Come on," I say in exasperation, extricating myself from his grasp but not before he gets in another kiss.

I'm about to panic when I remember the rabbit I startled earlier today. It has to drink, too. I just have to find out where.

Luxa stood up, her face paler than usual. She went to her cousin, sat beside him, and put her arms around him. Pressing her forehead into his shoulder, she said, "She will fly with you always. You know this. She will fly with you always.

Arréglate la cola, patito.

Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can. Our

It didn't occur to me until the next morning that the boy might have burned the bread on purpose. Might have dropped the loaves into the flames, knowing it meant being punished, and then delivered them to me. But I dismissed this. It must have been an accident. Why would he have done it? He didn't even know me. Still, just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness that would have surely resulted in a beating if discovered. I couldn't explain his actions.

Boots' courage might only count when she could count, but her ability to love counted all the time.

En el setenta y cinco aniversario, como recordatorio a los rebeldes de que ni siquiera sus miembros más fuertes son rivales para el poder del Capitolio, los tributos elegidos saldrán del grupo de los vencedores.

Ammirare la bellezza non significa non saperle resistere.

Il bisogno reciproco crea un forte legame. Più forte dell'amicizia, più forte dell'amore.

Vas, vas a volver al árbol con un collar de cuerda para conmigo pender? Cosas extrañas pasaron en él, no más extraño sería en el árbol del ahorcado reunirnos al anochecer.

Alma Coin, the president of 13, who just watches. She's fifty or so, with gray hair that falls in an unbroken sheet to her shoulders. I'm somewhat fascinated by her hair, since it's so uniform, so without a flaw, a wisp, even a split end. Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They're very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them. The color of slush that you wish would melt away.

I can't help laughing because it's funny,

Then I realize . . . he was my first kill.

Finnick looks at Johanna and raises his eyebrows. He will not go forward without her.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

President Snow used to . . . sell me . . . my body, that is," Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone. "I wasn't the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it.

It still seems too small. I should try to think bigger, beyond our current situation where I am of the utmost importance, to the future where I may be worth nothing.

Hope 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. So, contain it.

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." Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

You can't take my charm. You can't take my humor.

Mi-am petrecut atât de mult timp asigrându-m? c? nu-mi subestimez adversarii, încât am uitat c? e aproape tot atât de periculos s?-i supraestimez.

I spend the rest of the night on my mattress obsessively making knots, holding them up for Buttercup's inspection. If one looks suspicious, he swipes it out of the air and bites it a few times to make sure it's dead.

When he asks us about the future, Peeta gets down on one knee, pours out his heart, and begs me to marry him. I, of course, accept.