because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Es mejor no rendirte a ello. Resulta diez veces más difícil recuperarte que hundirte.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Whatever strength, courage... madness keeps us going, we find it, in times like these. You have it, soldier. It's what kept you… — Danny Strong Copy Share Image
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It means we're on your side." That's what Bonnie said. I have people on my side? What side? Am I unwittingly the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The question is, what are you going to do?" It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?" I ask. "Oh, not now. Now we're in a sweet period where everyone agrees that… — 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
I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“No problem," Gale replies. "I wake up ten times a night anyway." "To make sure Katniss is still here?" asks Peeta. "Something… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I’m left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick’s fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
