G.G. Collins Quotes

Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.

That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. "Only not to us.

Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

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.

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

I guess after tonight Boots won't think the whole world is her friend," thought Gregor. She had to find out sometime, but it still made him sad.

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply

Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.

I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.

Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate

Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

Fire beats roses again.

I will never give up if you never give in.

Maybe the other tributes are out there beating one another senseless. Which would be fine. - Katniss -

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.

I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Let the Hunger Games Begin!

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.