It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“And how I watched my little sister become a human torch. Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.” — 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
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And we must fight back! President Snow says he's sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture… — 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
“The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay” — suzanne collins Copy Share Image
Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that… — 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
“I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire. ” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm thrilled with the work Tim Palen and his marketing team have done on the film. It's appropriately disturbing and thought-provoking how… — 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
