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
Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My… — 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
As we curve around into the loop of the City Circle, I can see that a couple of other stylists have tried… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out,' I reply. Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
That's right. Who am I thinking of? Oh, I know. It's Cinna who likes you. But that's mainly because you didn't try… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then it’s just Venia, whose skin is so pale her tattoos appear to be leaping off it. Almost rigid with determination, she… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don't have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don't. Or maybe singing, which I wouldn't do for the… — 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
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you? — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Not exactly. You see, Portia and I think that the coal miner thing's very overdone. No one will remember you in that.… — 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
My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the… — 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