For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. Suzanne Collins sacrifice differences children Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay Suzanne Collins woe rays forget And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Suzanne Collins daisies safe morning Swathed in silk, I feel like a caterpillar in a cocoon awaiting metamorphosis. I always supposed that to be a peaceful condition. At first it is. But as I journey into the night, I feel more and more trapped, suffocated by the slippery bindings, unable to emerge until I have transformed into something of beauty. I squirm, trying to shed my ruined body and unlock the secret to growing flawless wings. Despite enormous effort, I remain a hideous creature, fired into my current form by the blast from the bombs. Suzanne Collins journey wings night You've got to go through it to get to the end of it. Suzanne Collins catching-fire hunger ends The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up. Suzanne Collins problem real made There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs) Suzanne Collins katniss done gone We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap. Suzanne Collins lunch skills naps We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here. Suzanne Collins dog hands thinking Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat. Suzanne Collins katniss sincere trying I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things. Suzanne Collins crazy kind people No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire. Suzanne Collins girl fire names for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts. Suzanne Collins gale coexist reason Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key. Suzanne Collins hunting keys fishing Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now. Suzanne Collins games fall moving We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation. Suzanne Collins destination preparation instruction Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing. Suzanne Collins wells oh-well blood People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive. Suzanne Collins alive enough people Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm. Suzanne Collins eye hands thinking They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself. Suzanne Collins dream beautiful hands
