This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“It’s as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "They’re just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. “No,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
“I want to interrupt the taping and beg Finnick’s forgiveness for every false thought I’ve ever had about him.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
“¡Es que no quiero que me conozcan! ¡Ya me están quitando el futuro! ¡No pueden llevarse también lo que me importaba en el pasado!” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
“I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a fully loaded… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
“But the significant difference between Thirteen and the Capitol are the expectations of the populace. Thirteen was used to hardship, wheras in the Capitol,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share
