Suzanne Collins Quotes

Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.

This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

It starts at midnight.

You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.

Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

Better not to give in to it.

I start to crack at four hundred to one.

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.

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.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

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

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

Stupid people are dangerous.

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.

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

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

For the last year his grandma had been slipping in and out of reality. One minute she was as clear as a bell and the next she was calling him Simon. Who was Simon? He had no idea.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

Tuck in your tail, little duck.

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

Doors are for those who lack enemies.

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

If I'm going to die, I want to still be me

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.