He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can… — 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 Image
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 Image
“The same goes for the other captured tributes, Johanna and Enobaria.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“¡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 Image
“I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
