Suzanne Collins Quotes

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

I must have loved you a lot.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.

There are much worse games to play.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

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

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.

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.

Some walks you have to take alone.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

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.

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.

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

Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,

Well you are a piece of work aren't you?

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

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.

Stupid people are dangerous.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared