Suzanne Collins Quotes

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

Katniss, the girl who was on fire!

"Peeta, you said at the interview you’d had a crush on me forever. When did forever start?"

"Oh, let’s see. I guess the first day of school. We were five. You had on a red plaid dress and your hair...it was in two braids instead of one."

The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.
"Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks.
"Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.
"Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.'

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."