Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Yes, and I'm sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, "Music.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

Aim higher in case you fall short.

You're not leaving me here alone," I say. Because if he dies, I'll never go home, not really. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.