Suzanne Collins
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
Why...do you find this...distracting?
— Suzanne Collins
Why not? It's true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and..." He hesitates. And what?" I say. 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." I bite my lip feeling inferior. While I've been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self. "Do you mean you won't kill anyone?" I ask. No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to... to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games," says Peeta. But you're not," I say. "None of us are. That's how the Games work." Okay, but within that framework, there's still you, there's still me," he insists. "Don't you see?" A little, Only... no offense, but who cares, Peeta?" I say. I do. Furthermore, I mean what else am I allowed to care about at this point?" he asks angrily. He's locked those blue eyes on mine now, demanding an answer.
— Suzanne Collins
Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or. . . Or. . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.
— Suzanne Collins
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
— Suzanne Collins
Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Game makers' faces. They'd have failed the Capitol. Might even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country.
— Suzanne Collins
You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy," said Virus." Oh, I see," said Gregor. "So, when's he coming?" Vikus fixed his eyes on Gregor. "I believe he is already here.
— Suzanne Collins
You call that a kiss?
— Suzanne Collins
You can swim, too." he says. "Where did you learn that in District Twelve?"" We have a very big bathtub.
— Suzanne Collins
You could do a lot worse.
— Suzanne Collins
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