G.G. Collins Quotes

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

While you live, the revolution lives

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

If you appeal to the crowd, either by being humorous or brutal or eccentric, you gain favor.

I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I thinks she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

i can win but you cant lose, this makes us all even in our ways.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.

We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

Highly unlikely but not impossible.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.

The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home An excellent, taut debut novel.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

To be honest, I'm not much of a drinker. It makes me sick, and I hate that.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off. Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252)

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

You can swim, too." he says. "Where did you learn that in District Twelve?" "We have a very big bathtub.