Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. Suzanne Collins More Quotes by Suzanne Collins More Quotes From Suzanne Collins Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig. Suzanne Collins katniss pigs attention This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me. Suzanne Collins safe opposites bird I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me, why I belong to them. Suzanne Collins makeup imperfection people That what?" "That I knew i misjudged you. That you love him. I'm not saying In what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently. Suzanne Collins bereavement care attention 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 worse than death. Suzanne Collins taken impossible snow My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in. Suzanne Collins voice fall firsts Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say. “So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?” “Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh. Suzanne Collins kissing hurt people Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay. Suzanne Collins knives white games No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does. Suzanne Collins catching-on catching-fire games No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her. Suzanne Collins gave-up convince way A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old woman who needs a cane to walk to the stage. Suzanne Collins volunteer hair years I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute! Suzanne Collins tribute volunteer Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta. Suzanne Collins romance survival keys KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE Suzanne Collins cubes calm sugar Thank you for you consideration Suzanne Collins consideration This is no place for a girl on fire. Suzanne Collins catching-on girl fire No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. Suzanne Collins confused kissing mother Only.. I want to do die as myself Suzanne Collins roof dies want "Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground. "You better run now, Fire Girl," says Thresh. I don't need to be told twice. I flip over and my feet dig into the hard-packed earth as I run away from Thresh and Clove and the sound of Cato's voice. Only when I reach the woods do I turn back for an instant. Thresh and both large backpacks are vanishing over the edge of the plain into the area I've never seen. Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile; she can't be saved. Suzanne Collins pain girl running I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence. Suzanne Collins silence strong heart
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