Suzanne Collins Quotes

I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.

You could do a lot worse.

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.

Courage only counts when you can count.

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

Even in war there should be lines you didn't cross.

How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

His dad said even the cavemen had geniuses among them. Somebody had thought up the wheel.

When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

Katniss Everdeen, you have caused a spark, wich left unattended, may cause a spark that could cause a whole rebelion

Finally, the intercom crackles and Hatmitch's acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, 'And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

I had to do that. At least once.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.

Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.

She's Prim's size in diameter.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.

It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.

The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

the evil thing is inside, not out.

Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.

One time, my mother told me that I always eat like I'll never see food again. And I said, "I won't unless I bring it home." That shut her up.

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.

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.