Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You would think after all the hours I’d spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let… — 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
As I descend the stairs, I can’t help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or .… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And then there was Tick. Brave little Tick, who had flown into the faces of an army of rats to save his… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He… — 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
