Quotes About Suzanne Collins

Cinna, being dragged, bloody and unconscious, from the Launch Room before the Games.

Gregor looked at the girl's face and could tell by her arrogant expression that there had been no luck involved at all.

And you were pretty good, too, with the love-crazed schoolgirl bit.

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.

I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.

head, some at least thirty stories and finished in artful peaks and

That leaves Haymitch. Drunken, cranky, confrontational Haymitch, who I just poured a basin of ice water on.

That's despicable, but I'm not sure it's beneath me. If it's true, it would be kindest to kill Peeta here and now. But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness.

Beetee helps me with armour Cinna designed.

Coin calls the audience to attention and tells them I have consented to be the Mockingjay, provided the other victors — Peeta, Johanna, Enobaria, and Annie — will be granted full pardon for any damage they do to the rebel cause.

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

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.

You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. "Get dressed, you worthless thing," he says, tossing a bundle of clothes at me.

remember his words . . . "Don't worry. I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself." . . . and I'm afraid he has hurt himself beyond repair. The significance of my fiery transformation will not be lost on President Snow.

Hearing this makes me feel like District 12 is some sort of safe haven. Of course, people keel over from starvation all the time, but I can't imagine the Peacekeepers murdering a simpleminded child. There's a little girl, one of Greasy Sae's grandkids, who wanders around the Hob. She's not quite right, but she's treated as a sort of pet. People toss her scraps and things

countering him. The call does happen, a decision is made, and by evening I'm suited up in my Mockingjay outfit, with my bow slung over my shoulder and an earpiece that connects

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

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.

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

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

Haymitch pushes open the door. "They're back. We're wanted in the hospital.

Just her bones, darling. Just her pearly white bones.

He's a Capitol boy and clearly I got the cake with the cream, 'cause nobody else's mentor even bothered to show up to welcome them.

And again and again when I held out those berries that meant different things to different people. Love for Peeta. Refusal to give in under impossible odds. Defiance of the Capitol's inhumanity. Haymitch