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  • #1
    Suzanne Collins
    “Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?"
    He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?"
    I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #2
    Suzanne Collins
    “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.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #3
    Suzanne Collins
    “My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #4
    Suzanne Collins
    “You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #5
    Suzanne Collins
    “So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #6
    Suzanne Collins
    “You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #7
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #8
    Suzanne Collins
    “You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #9
    Suzanne Collins
    “Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #10
    Suzanne Collins
    “If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were....My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. "No, I won't let you." "Trust me," I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. "On the count of three?" Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. "The count of three," he says. We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight. "Hold them out. I want everyone to see," he says. I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta's hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. "One." Maybe I'm wrong. "Two." Maybe they don't care if we both die. "Three!" It's too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare. The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them. "Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you - the tributes of District 12!”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #11
    Suzanne Collins
    “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.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #12
    Suzanne Collins
    “You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #13
    Suzanne Collins
    “Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #14
    Suzanne Collins
    “Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #15
    Suzanne Collins
    “You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #16
    Suzanne Collins
    “No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #17
    Suzanne Collins
    “Katniss," Gale says softly.
    I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly.
    Don't," I whisper.
    But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me.
    Katniss, There is no District Twelve.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #18
    Suzanne Collins
    “Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #19
    Suzanne Collins
    “We could do it, you know."
    "What?"
    "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #20
    Suzanne Collins
    “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 or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.

    “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.

    “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #21
    Suzanne Collins
    “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." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #22
    Suzanne Collins
    “So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home. ”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #23
    Suzanne Collins
    “I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #24
    Suzanne Collins
    “I roll my eyes. "So when did I become so special? When they carted me off to the Capitol?"
    "No, about six months before that. Right after New Year's. We were in the Hob, eating some slop of Greasy Sae's. And Darius was teasing you about trading a rabbit for one of his kisses. And I realized...I minded.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #25
    Suzanne Collins
    “It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much more worse than death.

    "Cut," I hear Cressida say quietly.

    "What's wrong with her?" Plutarch says under his breath.

    "She's figured out how Snow's using Peeta," says Finnick.

    There's something like a collective sigh of regret from that semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a entails, I am broken.

    Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

    "I can't do this anymore," I say.

    "I know," he says.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #26
    Suzanne Collins
    “They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #27
    Suzanne Collins
    “Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
    A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #28
    Suzanne Collins
    “Yes,” I whisper. The red blinking light on one of the cameras catches my eye. I know I’m being recorded. “Yes,” I say more forcefully. Everyone is drawing away from me—Gale, Cressida, the insects—giving me the stage. But I stay focused on the red light. “I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women, and children. There will be no survivors.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.” My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. “This is what they do! And we must fight back!”

    I’m moving in toward the camera now, carried forward by my rage. “President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #29
    Suzanne Collins
    “I can only form one clear thought.

    This is no place for a girl on fire.
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #30
    Suzanne Collins
    “Deep in the meadow, under the willow
    a bed of grass, a soft green pillow
    lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
    and when again they open, the sun will rise.
    Hear it's safe, here it's warm
    hear the daisies guard you from every harm
    hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
    hear is the place where i love you.
    Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
    a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray
    forget your woes and let your troubles lay
    and when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
    Hear it's safe, hears its' warm
    hear the daises guard you from every harm
    Hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true
    hear is the place where i love you.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games



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