Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Some walks you have to take alone. The

and muddy. The long sleeves keep getting caught on thorns and branches as I run through the woods. The pack of muttation tributes draws closer and closer until it overcomes me with hot breath and dripping fangs and I scream myself awake. It's too

As we ride the elevator, 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. But this just makes him laugh. I have to let it go. There's no point in trying to dictate what Gale thinks. Which, if I'm honest, is one reason I trust him.

The Head Peacekeeper comes back with more instructions for the population. It seems that this evening there was an unfortunate incident where a crowd beat to death a young man who resembled Peeta. Henceforth, all rebel sightings are to be reported immediately to authorities, who will deal with the identification and arrest of the suspect. They show a photo of the victim. Apart from some obviously bleached curls, he looks about as much like Peeta as I do. "People

Oh, right, I'm supposed to be pregnant, I think. While I'm trying to think what that means and how I should act, maybe throw up or something, Finnick has positioned himself at the edge of the water.

And did you love me?

Seni ya öldürmek ya da öpmek isteyecekler.

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.

Vi drar båda av oss våra kängor och strumpor och även om det blir lite bättre kan jag svära på att han anstränger sig för att knäcka varje kvist vi stöter på (s. 257).

But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

What am I going to tell them about Twelve?" I ask Gale. "I doubt they'll ask for details. They saw it burn. They'll mostly be worried about how you're handling it." Gale touches my cheek. "Like I am.

they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it." Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and bursts into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

C'est comme un jeu. Répétitif. Un peu lassant, même, après plus de vingt ans. Mais j'ai connu des jeux bien pires.

Everyone says I did. Everyone says that's why Snow had you tortured. To break me." "That's not an answer," he tells me.

Wait until I'm in the arena and sic starving wild animals on me.

Importas ?le seguró Coriolanus, ?Bueno, todas las pruebas apuntan lo contrario. Lucy Gray hizo tintinear las caderas y las tensó. A continuación, como si acabara de acordarse de algo, elevó la mirada hacia el cielo. ?A mí me importas ?insistió él.

You have to promise me that you'll fight through it.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?

Despite reservations on Coin's side that it's too extravagant, and on Plutarch's side that it's too drab,

Do you understand what I mean?" he presses me. I nod. He means there's only one future, if I want to keep those I love alive and stay alive myself. I'll have to marry Peeta.

Each hour begins a new horror, a new Gamemaker weapon, and ends the previous.

Al fin y al cabo, ambos eran niños cuyas vidas dependían de poderes superiores a ellos.