But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them to my sides. Saliva's filling… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim."… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred. "Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor. "Quite… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. “I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Ripred sighed. 'I suppose so. You and I seem to end up doing everything. Shall we say four members for each delegation?'… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up. — 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
