Quotes from Suzanne Collins

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree." The mockingjays begin to alter their songs as they become aware of my new offering. "Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!

again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself

love you." That's why.

Then I know Prim is right, that 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. "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.

instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable — right, Plutarch?

If you ever waver in your resolve, think of the Mockingjay, and in her you will find the strength you need to rid Panem of its oppressors.

I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you

Remember, we specifically asked you to leave your hair alone.

Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack.

On my family: My mother buries her grief in her work.

My father could have made good money selling them, but if the officials found out he would have been publicly executed for inciting a rebellion.

I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that's when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year.

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.

Peeta doesn't need a brush to paint images from the Games. He works just as well in words.

I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm

District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety,

If the cause wasn't honorable, how could it be an honor to participate in it?

Se supone que son para los caballos, pero ¿a quién le importa? Tienen muchos años para comer azúcar, mientras que tú y yo... Bueno, si vemos algo dulce, lo mejor es aprovecharlo.

To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

where he became Panem's newest, if not shiniest, Peacekeeper.