G.G. Collins Quotes
How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.
When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.
How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it's only in the limited way that I can manage. But I never get the chance.
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark
The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
Actually, Katniss isn’t complaining because she has no intention of staying with the “Star Squad,” but she recognizes the necessity of getting to the Capitol before carrying out any plan.
So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter
But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.
He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.
Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.
Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.
Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.
What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.
I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.
My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.
They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.
Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.
Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch?
I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.
Fine, than I will not have to blame you for killing my friends with your stupidity. -Haymitch
Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!
