Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My death could, in fact, save him. If it can't, no matter. It's enough to die of spite. To punish Haymitch, who,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta." Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air.… — 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
It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss… — 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
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I hear Peeta's voice in my head. She has no idea. The effect she can have. Obviously meant to demean me. Right?… — 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
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
You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
What's going on down there, Katniss? Have they all joined hands? Taken a vow of nonviolence? Tossed the weapons in the sea… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams. — 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
