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
Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to… — 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
Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his… — 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
“And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it. — 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
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life. — 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
Tomorrow's a hunting day," I say. "I won't be much of a help with that," Peeta says. "I've never hunted before." "I'll… — 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
