Suzanne Collins

“Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run”

“A leather bag filled with food and a flask of hot tea.”

“Want a sugar cube?”

“Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

“I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.”

“I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.”“The way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,” I say.Gale holds my gaze. “If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.”

“Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.”

“Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.”

“Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will kill him before I do. Of course, the odds have not been very dependable of late.”

“But in District 12, where the word tribute is pretty much synonymous with the word corpse, volunteers are all but extinct.”

“I could be shot on a daily basis for hunting, but the appetite of those in charge protect me.”

“I protect Prim in every way I can, but I'm powerless against the reaping.”

“But what good is yelling about the Capitol in the middle of the woods? It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make things fair. It doesn't fill our stomachs. In fact it scares off nearby game.”

“Good hunting partners are hard to find.”

“Peeta'nın, Oyunlar'ı resmetmek için bir fırçaya ihtiyacı yoktu. Sözcüklerle de aynı ustalıkla oynayabiliyordu.”

“Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too. Like your electricity trap in the arena? I ask.Exactly. And see how well that worked out? says Beetee.Well...not really, I think.”

“Don't you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they'll ether be dead or with us. It's...it's more than we could hope for!Well, that's a sunny view of our situation.”

“I got the idea from our family’s plant book. The place where we recorded things you cannot trust to memory. The page begin’s with the person’s picture. A photo if we can find it. If not, a sketch or a painting by Peeta. Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim’s cheek. My father’s laugh. Peeta’s father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick’s eyes. What Cinna would do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count. Haymitch finally joins us, contributing twenty-three years of tributes he was forced to mentor. Additions become smaller. An old memory that surfaces. A late promise preserved between the pages. Strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and Annie’s newborn son.”

“So what should we do with our last few days?”“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peete replies.“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.It feels like a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again. I didn’t realize until now how starved I’ve been for human closeness. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness.”

“Good. I'm starving.”

“We burn, you burn with us.”

“I'm only human, Odair!”

“Katniss! Katniss! I can hear my name called from all sides. Everyone wants my kisses.”

“If peeta and I were both die, or they thought we were…”

“I WILL KILL SNOW.”

“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 has turned me into a mockingjay.”

“I think she is relieved by Haymitch's absence, and who can blame her?”

“Tidak perlu. Mimpi-mimpi burukku biasanya tentang kehilangan dirimu," kata Peeta. "Aku baik-baik saja setelah aku sadar kau ada di sini." (Catching Fire, hal.100)”

“E tu, ragazza di fuoco? Hai qualche segreto che valga il mio tempo?”

“The final days of training ends with our private sessions. (...) 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.”

“When I make a pretty good hook (...) she gives me a toothless smile and an unintelligeble comment I think might be praise.”

“Each day i wake and think at last this nightmare is over. But it never is.”

“bueno, hay una chica, llevo enamorado de ella desde que tengo uso de razón, pero estoy bastante seguro de que ella no sabia nada de mi hasta la cosecha.”

“No fancy hair and clothes, no flaming capes. Just me. Looking like I could be headed for the woods. It calms me." - Katniss”

“You haven't hurt people—you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.”

“How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?”

“He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.”

“My heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them.”

“Smiling is mostly about smiling more.”

“Crying is not an option.”

“Make sure they remember you.”

“How exactly did Rue end up on stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?”

“How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?”

“But in school I remember hearing that for the second Quarter Quell, the Capitol demanded that twice the number of tributes be provided for the arena. The teachers didn't go into much more detail, which is surprising, because that was the year District 12's very own Haymitch Abernathy won the crown.”

“The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.”

“But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?”

“Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it.”

“My choices are simple. I can die like quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.”

“I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don't want that. I don't want him in the arena where he'd be dead in a few days. I just... I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.”

“Desearía poder congelar este momento, justo aquí, justo ahora, y vivir en él para siempre.”