Quotes from Suzanne Collins

My slumbers are filled with disturbing

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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. Even when he is conscious, you have to say everything to him three times to get through to his brain.

Anyone? On Snow's visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. "Convince me," Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta's life in limbo, I finally did. And in doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.

They were never real lovers.

You can't take my wealth, 'Cause it's just a rumor. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.

way the Capitol shows it on television, but there's next to no life aboveground. In the seventy-five

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

I know that Finnick can't focus on anything in 13 because he's trying so hard to see what's happening in the Capitol to Annie, the mad girl from his district who's the only person on earth he loves.

Stenen besegrar alltid människan (s. 176).

Thinking you're so fine. Thinking you can have mine. Thinking you're in control. Thinking you'll change me, maybe rearrange me. Think again, if that's your goal, 'Cause . . .

you did, I think. With a few inches of my flesh. While we wait for the elevators, Johanna unzips the

Quedarse quieta significa morir.

My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams.

I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least, has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

How do you bear it?

Because I obviously can't tell a friend from an

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction

I pick up a few remembrances: a photo of my parents on their wedding day, a blue hair ribbon for Prim, the family book of medicinal and edible plants. The book falls open to a page with yellow flowers and I shut it quickly because it was Peeta's brush that painted them.

I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

No, sir, Nothing you can take from me is worth dirt. Take it, 'cause I'd give it free. It won't hurt. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping!

hours of calm and keep us clear of any poisonous residue. And then Peeta, Johanna, and

he moved the flashlight beam around he realized there

I wasn't going to tell you until after the Hunger Games . . ." She fell silent. "But now you have to," he said. "Or, I'll imagine the worst things possible. Please, just tell me.