Suzanne Collins Quotes (341 Quotes)

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

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!

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I'd bet on you

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

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

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person

A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.

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

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.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Whatever it takes to break you.

Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.

Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.

We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

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?

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...

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.

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

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

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.

Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. And a a lot of people do, out of relief that their children have been spared for another year. But at least two families will pull their shutters, lock their doors, and try to figure out how they will survive the painful weeks to come.

You should wear flames more often. They suit you.

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there's some of that too.

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

While you live, the revolution lives

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying

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