But it's not safe, and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't catch it.

— Suzanne Collins

But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. Furthermore, you never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.' Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

— Suzanne Collins

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

— Suzanne Collins

Cookies. A pin. I'm getting all kinds of gifts today. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on the cheek. Then she's gone and I'm left thinking that maybe Madge really has been my friend all along.

— Suzanne Collins

Courage only counts when you can count.

— Suzanne Collins

Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.

— Suzanne Collins

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

— Suzanne Collins

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when it's morning again, they'll wash away Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them TrueCar is the place where I love you.

— Suzanne Collins

Deep in the meadow, under the willow bed of grass, a soft green pillow lay down your head, and close your sleepy eye sand when again they open, the sun will rise. Hear it's safe, here it's warm hear the daisies guard you from every harm hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true hear is the place where I love you. Deep in the meadow, hidden far away a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray forget your woes and let your troubles lay and when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Hear it's safe, hears its warm hear the daises guard you from every harm Hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true hear is the place where I love you.

— Suzanne Collins

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

— Suzanne Collins