I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you. Suzanne Collins middle-of-nowhere safety worry I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Suzanne Collins hate missing-you relationship I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type. Suzanne Collins forgiving trying father One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go. Suzanne Collins letting-go boys hands You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him. Suzanne Collins catching-on catching-fire lifetime And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us. Suzanne Collins catching-fire pieces party He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his. Suzanne Collins trusted voice share Aim higher in case you fall short. Suzanne Collins catching-on inspirational fall 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 sleep night thinking I have two older sisters and one older brother and hold them largely responsible for the trouble I got into growing up. I believe as the youngest child, that is my right. Suzanne Collins growing-up brother children 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. Suzanne Collins katniss real trying what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present. Suzanne Collins worst pain I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself. Suzanne Collins catching-on catching-fire hurt Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay. Suzanne Collins color air wings And don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable. Suzanne Collins inevitable thinking So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion. Suzanne Collins ego feelings trying Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup. Suzanne Collins horse real memories Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. Suzanne Collins let-me-go arms trying Better not to give in to it. Suzanne Collins mockingjay giving Tomorrow's a hunting day," I say. "I won't be much of a help with that," Peeta says. "I've never hunted before." "I'll kill and you cook," I say. "And you can always gather." "I wish there was some sort of bread bush out there," says Peeta. Suzanne Collins hunting bread wish
