To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Jackson has devised a game called "Real or Not Real" to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
No one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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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
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
Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness. — 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
Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Tomorrow's a hunting day," I say. "I won't be much of a help with that," Peeta says. "I've never hunted before." "I'll… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing [my mother] for something she couldn't help, specifically… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly. “I don’t… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark — 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