Quotes from Suzanne Collins

I walk to the approximate site of the bakery Peeta's family owned. Nothing much left but the melted lump of the oven. Peeta's parents, his two older brothers — none of them made it to 13. Fewer than a dozen of what passed for District 12's well-to-do escaped the fire. Peeta would have nothing to come home to, anyway. Except me . . .

Peeta seemed to have been waging a sort of battle in his mind, fighting to get the message out.

I stare fixedly at the little black specks on the sheet. For a while, they're obscured by the residual blood droplets that I can't seem to wipe from my vision. Slowly, the words come into focus.

It was a lie but people believed it, while no one seemed to believe the truth. Whatever that was.

Looking at Prim's face, it's hard to imagine she's the same frail little girl I left behind on reapimg day nine months ago. The combination of that ordeal and all that has followed - the cruelty in the district, the parade of sick and wounded that she often treates herself now if my mother's hands are too full - these things have aged her years. She's grown quite a bit, too; we're practically the same height now, but that isn't what makes her seem so much older.

Why? The ease with which he manipulates words is his greatest talent. Was his difficulty a result of his torture? Something more? Like madness?

How did you meet Peeta?

Fire is catching, and if we burn, you burn with us! ~Katniss Everdeen

He also had one amazing rat on his side.

Me, who won't cooperate. Beetee, an older inventor from 3, who I rarely see because he was pulled into weapons development the minute he could sit upright. Literally, they wheeled his hospital bed into some top secret area and now he only occasionally shows up for meals.

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was that beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Apparently, Peeta Mellark's information was sound and we owe him a great debt of gratitude.

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there's nothing you can do.

If the seven of us sitting on this ledge are going to survive, we'll need a miracle. And that's when the miracle happened.

Peeta. On the rooftop the night before our first Hunger Games. He understood it all before we'd even set foot in the arena.

But he [Buttercup] must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable acts. Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, hes there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night.

Then there's Finnick Odair, the sex symbol from the fishing district, who kept Peeta alive in the arena when I couldn't. They want to transform Finnick into a rebel leader as well, but first they'll have to get him to stay awake for more than five minutes.

Pour l'instant nous sommes dans cette période bénie où chacun s'accorde à reconnaître que les horreurs récentes ne devraient jamais se répéter. Mais la mémoire collective est généralement de courte durée. Nous sommes des êtres versatiles, stupides, amnésiques et doués d'un immense talent d'autodestruction.

Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta," she says. Of course, she says this; it's what she thinks will calm me. But her next words come as a surprise. "If he does, he won't have anyone left you want. He won't have any way to hurt you.

Tens una debilitat per a les coses boniques, i jo no —[…]. —Tenir bon ull per a la bellesa no és cap debilitat —apunta en Peeta—. Tret, potser, quan es tracta de la teva…

People took sides in the argument, but I took the goat.

But he was already in love with you," says Cressida. "I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.

Cinna, being dragged, bloody and unconscious, from the Launch Room before the Games.