Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“When he[Thresh] shouts, I jump, never having heard him speak above a mutter. "What'd you do to that little girl? You kill… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says. “Then you shoot… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato... and he killed Thresh... and he… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?" She asks. Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive. "He's out there now.… — 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
