Quotes by Suzanne Collins

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...

Finnick? I say, Maybe some pants?He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. Why? Do you find this -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- distracting?I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell

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

He wants as many victors as possible for the cameras to follow in the Capitol. Thinks it makes for better television.Are you and Beetee going? I ask.As many young and attractive victors as possible, Haymitch corrects himself. So, no. Well be here.

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

It’s a saying from thousands of years ago, written in a language called Latin about a place called Rome,” he explains. “Panem et Circenses translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.’ The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.

Having an eye for beauty isnt the same thing as a weakness.

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

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. Were fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

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

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. Theyre very sweet.Yes theyre sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Havent youve ever had them before? I say, poking the next spoonful in his mouth.No, he says, almost puzzled. But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?Well, you cant get them in the market much, they only grow wild, I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go.Theyre sweet as syrup, he says, taking the last spoonful. Syrup. His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but its too late, hes already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what Ive done is unforgiveable.I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. Who cant lie, Peeta? I say, even though he cant hear me.

Ive been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?I would, actually, but I dont want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. Ive never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These arent Rues berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers.My fathers voice comes back to me. Not these, Katniss. Never these. Theyre nightlock. Youll be dead before they reach your stomach.Just then the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapseto the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hoovercraft appears a hundred metres or so away.Whats left of Foxfaces emaciated body is lifted into the air.

When I break into the clearing, shes 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.

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

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the sun,May bring us back light, he may bring us back none.But gather your neighbors and follow his callOr rats will most surely devour us all.Two over, two under, of royal descent,Two flyers, two crawlers, two spinners assent.One gnawer beside and one lost up ahead.And eight will be left when we count up the dead.The last who will die must decide where he stands.The fate of the eight is contained in his hands.So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps,As life may be death and death life again reaps.

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy, said Vikus.Oh, I see, said Gregor. So, whens he coming?Vikus fixed his eyes on Gregor. I believe he is already here.

If theres a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love whos trapped underground, I dont know it.

And he would put his arms around her and hold her, but he had no idea what to tell her. In his mind, Gregor knew how to kill things, not bring them back ti life.