I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you...… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
That should have been my strategy! By the time I’ve worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I’m… — 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
Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
What have the nibblers ever done for you?" The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a… — 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
