Suzanne Collins Quotes (341 Quotes)

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

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

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.

And if we burn, you burn with us.

Don't expect us to be too excited, we just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

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

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

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

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

Come to finish me off sweetheart?

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

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

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don't own me.

So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there's some improvement, I could swear he's making an effort to snap every branch we encounter

The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

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

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.

Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

Don't let him take you from me.

I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.

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

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

Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

And may the odds be ever in your favour

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

I don't know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.

You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I'm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it's the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...

In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, beginning of destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I cant guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished there most likely be nothing left.So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair.

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.

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.