Quotes from Suzanne Collins

When I do, it's almost too mortifying to admit. All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

It must be excruciating, but I lost all my sympathy for Haymitch when I realized how he had deceived us.

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I've caught the eye of an inquisitive-looking little girl in a lemon yellow coat.

Who can look past the radiant faces of two people for whom this day was once a virtual impossibility?

And there you have it," says Peeta, scooping the breads back in the basket. "You certainly know a lot," I say. "Only about bread," he says. "Okay, now laugh as if I've said something funny.

We can stop now if you want." "Was there more to discuss?" says Peeta wryly.

Gunfire rips through the crowd, and several people near me slump to the ground.

the train? The rich food made

I was going to ask your thoughts on the war, but if you're too upset . .

No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. "What?" I ask. "I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever," he says.

dreams. The face of the redheaded girl intertwines with gory images from earlier Hunger Games, with my mother withdrawn and unreachable, with Prim emaciated and terrified. I bolt up screaming for my father to run as the

Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it.

Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die above ground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.

I'm not too upset to answer that.

wondered what the world had been like when they'd all been in their glory. Back when this had been North America, not Panem. It must have been fine. A land full of Capitols. Such a waste .

Gale does look striking in the uniform, I guess. But the question just embarrasses us both, given our history. I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, "Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear." I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Petta can give me that.

Gregor knew it had been years since he'd felt real happiness.

Is this really what we want to do? Kill ourselves off completely? In the hopes that — what? Some decent species will inherit the smoking remains of the earth?

I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I'm right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women, and children. There will be no survivors." The shock I've been feeling begins to give way to fury. "I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there's a cease-fire, you're deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.

What happens if I do this

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever

Go on, shoot me. And he goes down with me and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I just couldn't tell until now.