But some secrets are too delicious not to share. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins He frosted under heavy guard. Suzanne Collins heavy As we curve around into the loop of the City Circle, I can see that a couple of other stylists have tried to steal Cinna and Portia's idea of illuminating their tributes. The electric-light-studded outfits from District 3, where they make electronics, at least make sense. But what are the livestock keepers from Distric 10, who are dressed as cows, doing with flaming belts? Broiling themselves? Pathetic. Suzanne Collins curves couple light That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family. Suzanne Collins one-thing care All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine. Suzanne Collins optimistic medicine mistake Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome. Suzanne Collins alive would-be years Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much havoc. He's killed Cinna already. Destroyed my home. My family, Gale, and even Haymitch are out of his reach. Peeta's all he has left. "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sound about a thousand years old when she speaks."Whatever it takes to break you. Suzanne Collins home years thinking While I was waiting...I ate your lunch. Suzanne Collins mockingjay lunch waiting Whatever it takes to break you. Suzanne Collins whatever-it-takes break 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 cat stupid loss Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart. Suzanne Collins mockingjay-book sorry heart I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention. Suzanne Collins kissing pain attention Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us! Suzanne Collins president-snow fire games But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls! Suzanne Collins coal clever worry Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you. Suzanne Collins girl fire remember She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath, and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me. Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me. It's Primrose Everdeen. Suzanne Collins voice names hands When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body. Suzanne Collins body names hands Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real. Suzanne Collins real games thinking Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off. Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252) Suzanne Collins katniss cake dying But Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "They’re just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live. Suzanne Collins songbirds weapons brain There are much worse games to play. Suzanne Collins katniss games play
