Quotes from Suzanne Collins

I want to interrupt the taping and beg Finnick's forgiveness for every false thought I've ever had about him.

you can feel something in the air, the rolling boil of a pot about to run over. Not

There's no question of privacy. When it comes to my body, we have no secrets, these three people and me.

Yo también —reconozco, aunque no sé qué decirle sobre las consecuencias de matar a una persona, sobre cómo esa persona sigue dentro de ti para siempre.

Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,' " says Plutarch.

Woof, a really old guy who's hard of hearing and doesn't seem to know what's going on since he keeps trying to stuff poisonous bugs in his mouth.

On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.

At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." The pair last year were two kids from the Seam who'd never, not one day of their lives, had enough to eat.

Come on in, Mockingjay. And by all means, bring your friends.

strawberries. The girl his daughter might have spoken of on occasion. The girl who five years ago stood huddled with her mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldest child, with a medal

Se contiene lo justo para decir: —Y así, amigos míos, es como muere una revolución.

a Quarter Quell. They occur every twenty-five years, marking the anniversary of the districts' defeat with over-the-top celebrations and, for extra fun, some miserable twist for the tributes. I've

Nothing like one of Sandwich's prophecies to put your whole world in perspective.

healers. My father got to know my mother because on his hunts he would sometimes collect medicinal

Panem et Circenses

Ripred was right about you. He said I couldn't judge you like I would other humans.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches beeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

Which begs the question, What is?

Never was I supposed to hear the words 'He says he wants to see you.' But now that I have, there's no way to refuse.

Ares was his bat. Gregor was Ares' human. They were truly bonded now.

He didn't bother to thank Ares. Somehow they were past thanking each other. Somehow it would almost be like thanking himself.

The rebels had been making slow but steady progress to the Capitol, although arrogance kept that reality from being widely acknowledged in the city.

He had a feeling they would never have a discussion like this again - about whether one would go into danger without the other.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. I try to follow Dr. Aurelius's advice, just going through the motions, amazed when one finally has meaning again. I tell him my idea about the book, and a large box of parchment sheets arrives on the next train from the Capitol