As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. Suzanne Collins doubt letting-go hands Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field. Suzanne Collins mags force-fields nuts It'd be better if he were easier to hate. Suzanne Collins easier hate ifs Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female... I am going back into the arena. Suzanne Collins arena two mean Im still betting on you. - Cinna. Suzanne Collins cinna betting stills You would think after all the hours I’d spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn’t imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap me… I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest. Suzanne Collins laughing hands thinking I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it. Suzanne Collins finnick obsessed bread Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Suzanne Collins sick lying people hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says. Suzanne Collins katniss house home How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say. Suzanne Collins shots yeah safe "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 head. How could he die as anyone but himself. "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not." Suzanne Collins doe want monsters I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom. Suzanne Collins brushes flower use So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. “I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same. Suzanne Collins odds stupid thinking I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light. Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin! Suzanne Collins voice feet moving Stay with me. Always. Suzanne Collins peeta mockingjay stay-with-me Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. Suzanne Collins giving water hands maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it. Suzanne Collins want happens I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless. Suzanne Collins hate energy running You're hideous, you know that, right? Suzanne Collins hideous catching-fire knows I don't have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don't. Or maybe singing, which I wouldn't do for the Capitol in a million years. My mother tried to interest me in a variety of suitable alternatives from a list Effie Trinket sent her. Cooking, flower arranging, playing the flute. None of them took, although Prim had a knack for all three. Finally Cinna stepped in and offered to help me develop my passion for designing clothes, which really required development since it was non-existent. Suzanne Collins passion flower mother
