Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he’s bristling with aggression. (That’s… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“You know, you better put Buttercup on your list of demands, too. I don’t think the concept of useless pets is well… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light. As long as Buttercup feels he has… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. 'I should have… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim."… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I can keep my pet — while those from 13 spell out what extreme difficulties this presents. Finally it’s worked out that… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“When the light goes out completely, Buttercup’s temporarily distraught and confused, but he recovers and moves on to other things. (That’s what… — 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
