Suzanne Collins

“Yo sólo quiero pasarme cada posible minuto del resto de mi vida contigo.”

“I'm so tired, Katniss.”

“We're gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How's that sound?”

“Wanna blow Lover Boy one last kiss?”

“My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.”

“The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”

“I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.”

“This is what they do! And we must fight back! Fire is Catching. And if we Burn, you Burn with us!”

“On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.”

“She crept up on me.”

“I do plan on saying one or two things to him when we're allowed an hour for goodbyes. To let him know how essential he's been to me all these years. How better my life has been for knowing him.”

“Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.”

“I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me”

“I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?”

“No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen”

“They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?”

“Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.”

“How are you managing? And don't say you're fine."It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.”

“Prim a doctor. She couldn't even dream of it in 12. Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside me. This is the sort of future a rebellion could bring.”

“And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It's too late, though. In the confusion they didn't cut us off in time. Everyone has seen.”

“Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.”

“To me, there's no point in talking about things that might have been.”

“Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.”

“Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.”

“I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.”

“I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.”

“I can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet.But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just betoo easy to lose.”

“How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it's only in the limited way that I can manage.But I never get the chance.”

“I just keep wishing, I could think of a way, to show to them that they don't own me. That if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. Does that make sense? Yeah. I just can't afford to think that way.”

“But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love?“Don’t have to. He’s already there.”

“Peeta rolls his eyes at Haymitch. “She has no idea. The effect she can have.”He runs his fingernail along the wood grain in the table, refusing to look at me.”

“But to be honest, I’m not the forgiving type”

“Your favorite colour . . . it's green?""That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange.""Orange?" He seems unconvinced."Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once.""Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

“the evil thing is inside, not out.”

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

“Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.”

“Never was I supposed to hear the words 'He says he wants to see you.' But now that I have, there's no way to refuse.”

“I miss him so badly it hurts.”

“Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?”

“Empiezo a recuperar la concentración cuando Caesar le pregunta si tiene una novia en casa.Peeta vacila y después sacude la cabeza, aunque no muy convencido.—¿Un chico guapo como tú? Tiene que haber una chica especial. Venga, ¿cómo se llama?—Bueno, hay una chica —responde él, suspirando—. Llevo enamorado de ella desde que tengo uso de razón, pero estoy seguro de que ella no sabía nada de mí hasta la cosecha.La multitud expresa su simpatía: comprenden lo que es un amor no correspondido.—¿Tiene otro?—No lo sé, aunque les gusta a muchos chicos.—Entonces te diré lo que tienes que hacer: gana y vuelve a casa. Así no podrá rechazarte, ¿eh? —lo anima Caesar.—Creo que no funcionaría. Ganar… no ayudará en mi caso.—¿Por qué no? —pregunta Caesar, perplejo.—Porque… —empieza a balbucear Peeta, ruborizándose—. Porque… ella esta aquí conmigo.”

“Abrazada a las rocas, me muevo lentamente hacia la sangre, buscándolo. Encuentro más manchas, una con unos trozos de tela pegados, pero ni rastro de él. Me derrumbo y digo su nombre en voz baja:—¡Peeta, Peeta!Entonces, un sinsajo aterriza en un árbol raquítico y empieza a imitarme, así que lo dejo, me rindo y vuelvo al arroyo pensando: "Tiene que haberse ido más abajo".Acabo de meter el pie en el agua cuando oigo una voz.—¿Has venido a rematarme, preciosa?”

“We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?”

“This is the closest we will ever come to love.”

“Haymitch isn't thinking of arenas, but something else. "Johanna's back in the hospital."I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn't assigned to a sharp shooters' unit. She's wicked with a throwing axe but about average with a gun. "Is she hurt? What happened?""It was while she was on the Block. They try to ferret out a soldier's potential weakness. So they flooded the street, " says Haymitch.This doesn't help. Johanna can swim. At least, I seem to remember her swimming around some in the Quarter Quell. Not like Finnick, of course, but none of us are like Finnick. "So?""That's how they tortured her in the Capitol. Soaked her then used electric shocks," says Haymitch. "In the Block, she had some kind of flashback. Panicked, didn't know where she was. She's back under sedation." Finnick and I just stand there as if we've lost the ability to respond.I think of the way Johanna never showers. How she forced herself into the rain like it was acid that day. I had attributed her misery to morphling withdrawal. "You two should go see her. You're as close to friends as she's got," says Haymitch.That makes the whole thing worse. I don't really know what's between Johanna and Finnick, but I hardly know her. No family. No friends.Not so much as a token from District 7 to set beside her regulation clothes in her anonymous drawer.Nothing.”

“I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.”

“Esos ojos verdes se fijan en un punto con tal intensidad que tratas de encontrar lo que ella ve.. perfección, es suficiente para mí.”

“The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.”

“Yo despierto gritando por pesadillas. Pero sus brazos están ahí para confortarme. Y finalmente sus labios. Y sólo él puede darme eso. Él susurra: Tú me amas. ¿Real o no real?.. Yo digo: -Real..”

“You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred."Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor."Quite the contrary. I was going to say that life is short. There are only a few good things in it, really. Don't pretend that one isn't happening." said Ripred.”

“He said, See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner."-Peeta Mellark in The Hunger Games”