Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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
Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put… — 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
