Quotes by Suzanne Collins

I knew youd kiss me.How? I say. Because I didnt know myself. Because I am in pain, He says. Thats the only way I get your attention.

Peeta actually is charming and then utterly winning as the boy in love. And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

Heres some advice. Stay alive.

Live your life, take chances, be crazy. Dont wait cause right now is the oldest youve ever been & the youngest youll be ever again

Orange? He seems unconvinced.Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset, I say. At least, thats what you told me once.

Sometimes, when Im alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread

Theyre a little strange, but Im pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

What did Finnick Odair want?” he asks.I turn and put my lips close to Peetas and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. “He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice.Peeta laughs. “Ugh. Not really.”“Really,” I say. “Ill tell you more when my skin stops crawling.

Why not? Its true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and... He hesitates.And what? I say.I dont know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense? he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? I dont want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that Im not.I bite my lip feeling inferior. While Ive been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self. Do you mean you wont kill anyone? I ask.No, when the time comes, Im sure Ill kill just like everybody else. I cant go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to... to show the Capitol they dont own me. That Im more than just a piece in their Games, says Peeta.But youre not, I say. None of us are. Thats how the Games work.Okay, but within that frame work, theres still you, theres still me, he insists. Dont you see?A little, Only... no offense, but who cares, Peeta? I say.I do. I mean what else am I allowed to care about at this point? he asks angrily. Hes locked those blue eyes on mine now, demanding an answer.

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.

May the odds be ever in your favor ~ Effie Trinket

But more words tumble out. Youre a painter. Youre a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

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

That should have been my strategy! By the time I’ve worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I’m watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.

Do you want me to have them sedate you until its over?

Im running on hate.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? says Peeta. It costs everything you are.

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. Its 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.

Peeta I said Stay with meI heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was always