In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“He manages to wake me and calm me down. Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to… — 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
but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me."… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?"… — 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
Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I carefully lay out the provisions. One thin black sleeping bag that reflects body heat. A pack of crackers. A pack of… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“So what should we do with our last few days?” “I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The rat was merely trying to sleep. Believe me, pup, if I had wanted to kill you we wouldn’t be having this… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep. — 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
When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta. Happiness, of course, is a… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out… — 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
Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say. "For what? Nothing's going on here," he says.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Tick, tock,” whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe… — 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
