Quotes from Suzanne Collins

You get the feeling that the knot-tying class is not the Hunger Games hot spot.

Si existe algún sentimiento de impotencia mayor que el intentar sacar a un ser amado atrapado bajo tierra, yo no lo conozco.

Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.

How'd you lose Mags?" "In the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldn't lift her. Finnick said he couldn't take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison," I say. "She was Finnick's mentor, you know," Johanna says accusingly. "No, I didn't," I say. "She was half his family," she says a few moments later, but there's less venom behind it.

it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.

Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.

Snow shakes his head in mock disappointment. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.

lo que me habría dicho él: «Bueno, todavía se puede mejorar». Después sonreiría y yo le devolvería la sonrisa sin dudarlo.

It was all for the games

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, I'd bet on you.

Besides, he's our best chance of finding her." It takes me a moment to register that the "her" they're referring to is me.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is alive. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive…

Four cables, attached to tracks on the buildings, break through the stones, dragging up the net that encases Mitchell. It makes no sense — how instantly bloodied he is — until we see the barbs sticking from the wire that encases him. I know it immediately. It decorated the top of the fence around 12.

pero ¿qué hacen los ganaderos del Distrito 10, que van vestidos de vacas, con unos cinturones llameantes? ¿Asarse a la parrilla? Lamentable.

Everyone had learned to despise waste. It was creeping back into fashion, though. A sign of prosperity, like a decent shirt.

Creo que Peeta dio con la tecla al comentar que nos destruyéramos entre nosotros para dejar que otra especie más decente ocupara nuestro lugar. Porque algo falla estrepitosamente en unas criaturas capaces de sacrificar a sus hijos para zanjar sus diferencias. Da igual cómo se justifique.

His skin, his whole being, radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you.

Oh, ahora no. Ahora estamos en ese dulce periodo en el que todos están de acuerdo en no repetir los recientes horrores. Sin embargo, esta coincidencia colectiva no suele durar. Somos seres inconstantes y estúpidos con mala memoria y un don para la autodestrucción. Pero ¿quién sabe? Quizá esta vez sea la buena, Katniss.

They are white, four-limbed, about the size of a full-grown human, but that's where the comparisons stop. Naked, with long reptilian tails, arched backs, and heads that jut forward.

Wars are won with heads, not hearts.

In any scenario, it's preferable to have the upper hand, to be the victor rather than the defeated.

no tenga ni idea de cuál es tu color favorito? —Verde —respondo, esbozando poco a poco una sonrisa—. ¿Y el tuyo? —Naranja. —¿Naranja? ¿Como el pelo de Effie? —Un poco más apagado. Más como... una puesta de sol.

They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds. Forgetting could lead to complacency, and then they'd all be back at square one.

No podéis robarme el pasado. No podéis robarme mi historia.