Suzanne Collins Quotes

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

Don't let him take you from me.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

You haven't hurt people—you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

We could do it, you know.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

there's plenty of blame to go around.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

Smiling is mostly about smiling more.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

The rat was merely trying to sleep. Believe me, pup, if I had wanted to kill you we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” said Ripred.