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
“Peeta's awake already, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as the trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "They’re just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. — 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
“I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
