Quotes from Suzanne Collins

the disruption of the broadcast. Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too. "Like your electricity trap in the arena?" I ask. "Exactly. And see how well that worked out?" says Beetee. Well . . . not

No forma part de la meva naturalesa rendir-me sense lluitar, encara que les coses semblin impossibles.

Gregor looked at the girl's face and could tell by her arrogant expression that there had been no luck involved at all.

Let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep. Peeta being tortured — drowned, burned, lacerated, shocked, maimed, beaten — as the Capitol tries to get information about the rebellion that he doesn't know. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

But he was already in love with you,

To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps.

Thank you for your consideration," I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.

No s'oblida, la cara de la persona que era la teva última esperança.

As happy as some daydream would make him, it only made returning to reality more painful.

On the fifth block, I can tell that we've reached the point where the wave began to peter out.

Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much havoc. He's killed Cinna already. Destroyed my home. My family, Gale, and even Haymitch are out of his reach. Peeta's all he has left.

I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

No sóc guapa. No sóc bella. Però estic tan radiant com el sol.

She sounded a thousand years old and a thousand miles away, but she did not sound scared.

How are you doing with the separation?

It's on the third night, during our game, that I answer the question eating away at me. Crazy Cat becomes a metaphor for my situation. I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light.

Cap consell final? […] — Salveu la vida.

As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he's bristling with aggression. (That's how I've been since I left the arena, with Peeta alive.)

Not well. I know at any moment Snow could kill him. Especially since he warned Thirteen about the bombing. It's a terrible thing to live with," I say. "But because of what they're putting him through, I don't have any reservations anymore. About doing whatever it takes to destroy the Capitol. I'm finally free.

That explained it. The beautiful, blue light wasn't from another world; it was from Photos Glow-Glow's butt.

I have to wonder if his mouth has been altered to make him more appealing. If so, it was a waste of time and money, because he's not appealing at all.

Fire is catching! And if we burn you burn with us.

Vull morir essent jo mateix. […] No vull que em canviïn.