Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Gale finally says, "You're still angry." "And you're still not sorry," I reply. "I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?" he asks. "No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion," I tell him.

Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.

law of District Thirteen. As would her own. Thank you." In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

He doesn't like to sleep when it's dark out.

I consider saying a final good-bye to Peeta, decide it would only be bad for both of us. But I do slip the pearl into the pocket of my uniform. A token of the boy with the bread. A

Pour survivre, je n'ai pas besoin de la flamme de Gale, nourrie de sa rage et de sa haine. J'en ai déjà bien assez en moi. Ce qu'il me faut, c'est le pissenlit au printemps. Le jaune vif qui évoque la renaissance plutôt que la destruction. La promesse que la vie continue, en dépit de nos pertes. Qu'elle peut même être douce à nouveau. Peeta est le seul à pouvoir m'offrir ça.

Because that's what you and I do. Protect each other.

But our lives aren't just measured in years, they're measured in the lives of people we touch around us.

So what do you remember?" "You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.

Why don't they leave? Why do they stay to watch? And now I know. It's because you have to.

As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. My

he is so steady, solid as a rock.

as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Do what? Blow my lips up like President Snow's? Tattoo my breasts? Dye my skin magenta and implant gems in it? Cut decorative patterns in my face? Give me curved talons? Or cat's whiskers?

We are completely at the mercy of a decrepit tiger-woman with what I can only hope is an all-consuming passion for Snow's death. "I

be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve. We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared out of your wits.

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.

Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them. Like me, for instance. Right now.

This is one of his death traps.

I'm not in the mood for a lecture," I warn the clump of weeds by my shoes. "I'll try to keep it brief." Peeta takes a seat beside me. "I thought you were Haymitch," I say. "No, he's still working on that muffin.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A

I'm having a hard time adjusting to being underground so much. But after the surreal encounter with the rose, for the first time the descent makes me feel safer.

I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over.