Suzanne Collins Quotes (341 Quotes)

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.

Katniss, when you are in the arena,you just remember who the true enemy is

The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would've thought she'd murdered someone from the looks she got.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.

Lady licking Prim's cheek.My father's laugh.Peeta's father with the cookies.The color 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.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

Betrayal. That's the first thing I feel, which is ludicrous. For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

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.

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.

Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.

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

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

You've got about as much charm as a dead slug.

And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.

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

I wish Peeta were her 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.

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

I killed you. And you. And you.

I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

Look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they really are.

Real or not real? I am on fire.

Theres not going back. So we might as well move on with things

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

I remember everything about you...you were the one who wasn't paying attention

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?